[Pete stands in front of a mirror to tuck in his jersey. He stares at himself for a little while until one of the baseball players comes up and says... ]
baseball player: This is baseball, not a fashion show.
Lynne Young: What do I have to do to get through to you?
Betsy Young: I don't know mom, send me an e-mail.
Betsy Young: This is all your fault you underwear labeler!
Peter 'Pete' Young: You know what Betsy? Why don't you get a nice, tall glass of Shut Your Mouth.
Betsy Young: Why don't you grab a spoon so you can eat my...
Lou Russo: You get some action from your girlfriend?
Peter 'Pete' Young: I'm not sure she's my girlfriend anymore.
Lou Russo: Then I suppose you're free this weekend... that's good, because I'm going to need you to work.
Peter 'Pete' Young: I thought the team was in L.A. this weekend.
Lou Russo: That's right, so pack your sunscreen.