Before the Game:
Headwarmer: I see that Mirabelli’s back.
Cashman: Very observant, Headwarmer.
Headwarmer: Hey, weren’t you trying to snag him to keep him from the Sox?
Headwarmer: ::Chuckles:: Hosed again! I love it. Heh heh.
Cashman: By the way, there’s no smoking in here.
Headwarmer: ::Stubs out cigarette, muttering::
Headwarmer: Holy f–k. Lookit the can on that girl. Thing looks like it was carved outta marble.
Cashman: Shut up, will you? Johnny’s coming to the plate.
Headwarmer: Oh yeah. The prodigal son returns. I gotta see this.
Cashman: Lots of boos. As expected. These fans are classless. This guy helped them win a World Series.
Headwarmer: Oh my god. He’s taking off his helmet.
Cashman: See, he’s above them. He’s combatting the boos with pure love.
Headwarmer: Jesus. Put down the helmet, Johnny. Put it down…
Cashman: That’s the way a true Yankee acts.
Headwarmer: I think he’s gonna go Lloyd Dobler on us. Check it, he’s three seconds from pulling out a boombox and playing “In Your Eyes” to the crowd.
Cashman: ::Sighing:: So classy…
Headwarmer: ::Shuffling down to cover Cashman’s eyes:: We can’t watch this. We just… can’t.
Cashman: Hey! What the–
Headwarmer: Here comes Ortiz with two men on. What’s the strategy, Einstein?
Cashman: I think this situation calls for the “Papi Neutralizer.” ::Pulls out small walkie talkie:: Bring in Myers.
Headwarmer: I don’t like this guy’s form. Weird motion.
Cashman: Will you pipe down? Sit back and listen as the joy gets sucked right out of Mudville.
Headwarmer: “He doth bestride the narrow earth, like a Colossus.”
Headwarmer: Tragic, isn’t it?
Cashman: Worse. I left my Prilosec at the hotel.
Headwarmer: You’re a dink.
Headwarmer: Alright, time for “Kiss Alive II.” ::Tosses CD into the front seat:: Cue this up, will ya, Baldy?
Headwarmer: Oh, one more thing. Just so I’m clear. Mike Myers was your Ortiz Killer?
Cashman: It’s a long season. This was only round one. They’ll see. They’ll all see…
Headwarmer: And they put me in a box for the summer? ::Lights cigarette:: Christ.