All Aboard The Lollygag Express

Manuel: [throws an armload of bats into the shower] EV'RYBODY INTO THE SHOWER!! ANYBODY AIN'T IN THIS SHOWER IN TEN SECONDS IS GONNA GET FINED A HUNDRED DOLLARS!! Sandy!

Alomar: One Mississippi! Two Mississippi! Three Mississippi! Four Mississippi! Five Mississippi! Six Mississippi! Seven Mississippi! Eight Mississippi! Nine Mississippi! Ten Mississippi!

[the players file into the shower]

Manuel: [disgusted] You guys....you lollygag the ball around the infield. You lollygag your way down'ta first. [does a mocking, mincing dance] You lollygag in an' outta the dugout. Ya know what that makes you?! Sandy!!

Alomar: Lollygaggers!

Manuel: Lollygaggers. What's our record, Sandy?

Alomar: 86-70.

Manuel: 86-70. How'd we ever win 86.

Alomar: It's a miracle.

Manuel: [seething] This...is a simple game. You throw the ball. You hit the ball. You catch the ball. YOU GOT IT?! Now we have got six games left in our season. Team bus leaves at 6 in the mornin'. [exits, muttering] ...God-DAMN sonofabitch motherfuckin' SHITHEADS!!