:11:01
- It's the friggin' hobbit.
- Nah, it's Thumbelina.
:11:04
- You're both wrong.
It's a pinch-hitting munchkin.
- Okay, all right.
:11:08
- Let's play ball.
Do your thing, Simon.
:11:12
- Show 'em how it's done.
- Okay, Foster, he's yours.
:11:19
- 0-1.
- Good eye, Birch.
:11:21
- Good eye, son.
- Foster, easy.
:11:24
- You don't need your fastball
on this guy.
:11:29
- 0-2.
- All right. Lay it in easy, now.
:11:32
I'm trying. Shit!
:11:40
- Zero, three.
- That was great!
:11:44
- Way to watch.
- Thank you, Miss Wenteworth.
:11:49
All right. Let's go Foster,
buddy. Right in there, buddy.
:11:52
- Ball four!
- Shit!
:11:55
Take your base.
:12:02
- Whoa!
- Take a look at that!
:12:05
Be waiting for you next time.
:12:07
Your head's bigger
than your strike zone, pal.
:12:11
Pitchers always threatened
to hit Simon, but it rarely happened.
:12:14
I think they were afraid
of killing him.
:12:18
Hi! How's it going?
:12:38
Six, seven,
:12:39
eight, nine, ten.
:12:50
Timber-r-r!
:12:59
Race you to the quarry.