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Homer: Some of the players you see may make it to the big leaguers. Bart: What? Aren't we going to see any washed-up major-leaguers? Homer: Sure! We get a nice mix here. Lisa: There's no better place to spend a balmy summers' night. The grass of the outfield, the brick of the infield and the white chalk lines that divide the man from the boy. Homer: Lisa, you're forgetting the beer. It comes in 72-ounce tubs. Marge: Space out the tubs this year. Homer: What do you mean? Marge: Last year you got rambunctious and mooned the poor umpire. Homer: Marge, this ticket doesn't just give me a seat. It also gives me the right, no, the duty to make a complete ass of myself. Burns: The Gammills! Good to see you. Mr. G.: You're an inspiration to us in Waste Management. Burns: Forget about contaminants for one night and have a hot dog. Put a smile on his card, Smiths. Mr. S.: Already there, sir. The Simpsons, sir. Burns: Well, if it isn't the Simps. Mr. S.: Oh, the Simpsons, sir. Burns: Oh, yes. Homer and Marge Simpson. Oh, and these must be Bart, Lisa and “expecting”. Mr. S.: The card needs to be updated, sir. Homer: That's okay. The baby's name isn't important. Let's go.
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