Rookie of the Year Page #5

-Where is he?

-He'll be here.

-He thinks he's so cool. He should be working on the boat.

-George.

-Why do you always defend him?

-What, all I said was the word "George"!

[sigh] Forget it.

[sigh]

From the top, everybody. And more smoke!

[singing] You know when it's right. You know when you feel it, baby.

You hold it. You hear it. You taste it, yes right.

You got the right one, baby. Yeah.

-You could be irresistably, super hypothetically-

-Cut it! Cut it!

I'm sorry, what was that last line again?

If it's irresistably, hypothetically, and logically-

-Henry. Henry.

-[sigh] This is unbelievable.

-Hey, I uh, need you to sign something.

-What is this?

-This is, uh, Henry's contract.

[sigh]

-What do you think of New York?

-What?

I need you to be more sexy.

How much longer is this gonna take?

Hey! Hey.

-Well look who finally decided to show up.

-George!

-They kept me there for hours. You think I liked doing that?

-I don't know. Do you?

-Look, I'm sorry. Let's just work on the boat and forget it.

-Okay.

-No! I'm not gonna work on the boat just because you say to.

-What, I'm supposed to work on it by myself?

-Great idea! Work on it yourself, Mr. Superstar!

-What?

-The only reason you're playing for the Cubs is because you broke your stupid arm!

-Guys! Come on!

-Shut up!

-Make me!

-Come on, stop, you guys are friends!

-Come on!

[yelling, grunting]

I hate you!

That's gonna make you stupid.

I guess it already did.

-Steadman.

-Yeah?

-Get in here.

Ooh. Maybe I'll get my big bonus.

-Inside.

-Oh boy.

-Sit down, Chet.

-No thanks.

The franchise is tired of waiting for your arm to come around.

Isn't that true, Sal?

So, you're gonna sit out the rest of the season on the bench,

and then we're releasing you.

Get dressed, I'm taking you home.

Come on! Now!

[sigh]

-What's the matter?

-Henry.

Don't take this game too seriously.

Because one day it's gonna be over. Your gift will be gone.

Don't forget that.

Oh no, I promise we'll be there. Thank you. Thanks.

-I had a limo for you waiting for you at the stadium

to take you to the photoshoot. Now where were you?

-Ched gave me a ride home.

Ched Steadman? I am so sick of hearing about Ched Steadman.

-Take it easy.

-You take it easy! Now you got 15 minutes to get there. Go get ready.

-I'm not going.

-You're not going? You are going.

-I'm going to play with my friends.

-You can't just blow off a photo shoot to go out and play.

-Get out of my face, Jack!

Don't you walk away from me when I'm talking to you!

You show me some respect!

-You're not my father!

-That's right, I'm not your father! Ched Steadman's not your father!

In fact, your mother probably doesn't know who your father is!

Your father's some guy who left town!

That is enough!

-Mary! I thought you were in the shower.

-How could you say that?

-Mary.

-Get out of my house. I never want to see you again.

Well you're gonna be seeing me, you're gonna be seeing a lot of me!

Because we're moving to New York together!

-What?

-Henry's been sold to the Yankees!

-He sold me?

-You can't do that!

-Of course I can! I'm the manager! I make the decisions!

-He is my son!

-He's my client!

-What? You are nuts.

-I brought in Reebok! I brought in Pepsi!

-Stay away from him.

He's half mine!

Alright, mom!

-Don't forget your purse!

-That didn't even hurt, okay?

-Oh my god!

-My god, that felt really good! What a bile he turned out to be!

Maybe I should have killed him. Alright, sit down, sit down.

Okay. Henry.

-What he said about your father...

-Yeah?

-Your father... Okay.

-When I was a teenager...

-Mom. I know about dad.

-What?

-I know that he left you when you were pregnant with me.

-How did you know that?

-Grandma told me when I was in second grade.

-Why didn't you tell me?

-Because I thought you liked telling me stories about him.

About how he was a great baseball player and all.

Henry, I'm sorry. I just wanted you to have someone you could look up to.

I do.

[grunting]

Hey.

-So, you coming?

-Yeah!

-Hey.

-Hi.

Mom. There's something we gotta talk about.

You know we could actually win the division today?

-That's great, Uncle Bob.

-The Rowengartners are here.

-Henry. You should be suiting up.

-Well, Henry has something he'd like to talk to you about.

-Oh?

-I'm not gonna be back next season.

-What?

-Why? I mean, you were the best thing to happen

to baseball since Cracker Jacks.

-No, I love the Cubs. And I lovebaseball.

But there's other things I wanna do first.

-I respect that. Oh, Henry, we sure are gonna miss you around here.

-Yeah, it's been great. There's just one thing I don't understand.

-What's that?

-Why'd you want to sell me to the Yankees?

-What? Sell you to the Yankees?

-Yeah, I heard that Mr. Fish wanted to sell me...

Oh, uh... No, that was just spec, Uncle Bob. Nothing final.

-You better get out there Henry.

-Yes, sir.

-I'm going down to the field level and watch you

win us the division.

-Yes sir!

Soon as I take care of a little business.

-Chet. You gonna win it for me today?

-What?

You're starting.

What do you mean, I'm starting?

Big game like this, I gotta go with experience.

Even if it is you.

-[scoffs] Sal.

-Hey guys. Chet's got the ball.

-Are you ready? Let's go now!

-Sal!

-Hey, you're starting!

-Yeah. I'm shaking like a rookie.

-Don't worry about it. It's just the biggest game in your life.

-I know.

-Come on.

Hey! Forgot my lucky seeds.

Oh boy.

This is it folks. This is what it's all about. One game.

There is no tomorrow.

This is for the whole Magila. For the whole ball of wax.

For the whole kitten kabootle. For the whole enchilada.

For the whole shootin' match. This is for all the marbles.

The division champions. The loser goes home a loser.

The winner moves on to the World Series.

I can't believe it. I've been waiting for my whole life

to say those words. 'Cause I've said the words before but

never like, "World Series!" and I'm on the air,

and we'll be right back.

Listen up! Alright now. This is the big one. Chet's on the hill.

Back him up. Play hard. Let's go.

-Strike!

-Yes! Alright!

[cheering]

-Strike!

-[cheering]

-Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Keep it up, big guy.

Strike.

Three strikes. That's three strikes.

Alright. Yeah!

Steadman's heating it up like the days of yore, when men were men,

and when... and that's another story!

-And Mullen slashes one to the left!

That's gonna bring around two runs!

-Yeah!

-Four hot dogs, please.

-Alright, sir, coming right up for you.

-Thank you.

-What, are you kidding, Mac? You're 11 bucks short. They're 3 bucks a piece.

-3 dollars for a hot dog?

You're out!

-C'mon, strike me out, okay?

-Watch this. Here I go.

Alright. Come on, Rocket!

Steadman's a little bit of trouble with a runner on second.

Alright, get him up, get him up.

[grunting]

[crowd gasps]

Come on, come on.

Goodman gets a standup double! It cuts the coupling to one!

Two to one, Cubs!

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