Angels In The Outfield Page #3

- Sometimes you're just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

- Yeah, you're an expert at that.

- I could say the same about you.

- Well, actions speak louder than words.

- Well, that'll wrap things up here in the field…

- Hey, I'm still on the air here.

Oh, yeah? Ooh!

We're speaking with Angels'

manager George Knox. George?

And, uh, we'll be right back.

Oh, Roger, you haven't eaten a thing.

I'm not hungry.

Miguel, you have to miss

the baseball game tomorrow

I'm sorry, your social worker

called and you have an interview.

She'll be here at 11:00.

Good, I don't want to go to the

game anyway. Angels never win.

I want to go to the game.

They could win. It could happen.

Yeah, and you could drop dead

after dinner with food poisoning.

Leave him alone!

Boys! Hey, look what we've

got for dessert. Jell-O.

- Yea!

- It's not really Jell-O.

It's cat brains with food coloring.

She kills 'em at night...

- and feeds 'em to us to save money.

- Shut up, Miguel!

Roger, you know we do not use

those words in this house.

Meow!

And you know I would never use

food coloring on my cat brains.

- Okay, did we wash our faces?

- Yeah?

Brush our teeth? Been to the bathroom?

Did you pick the lint from

between your toes? Yeah?

- Did you say your prayers?

- Yeah.

Oh, yeah? Night.

- Night, Maggie.

- Goodnight, Maggie.

- I didn't say my prayers.

- I didn't wash my face.

- What's lint, again?

- Shut up, butthead!

Why do we gotta sleep in these sleeping bags?

I haven't peed the bed in a long time.

You peed the bed last week.

She makes us sleep in sleeping bags 'cause

she too old to bend over and tuck in sheets.

- She isn't too old. She's got a lot to do.

- Did you guys pray?

I pray every night you go to bed without

buggin' us with a thousand stupid questions.

Maybe tomorrow you'll meet

a nice family, Miguel.

I'll pray for that. It could happen.

God...

If there is a god...

If you're a man or a woman,

if you're listenin',

I'd really, really like...

a family.

My dad says that'll only happen

if the Angels win the pennant.

The baseball team, I mean.

So, maybe you could help 'em win a little.

Amen.

Uh, and a woman too.

Come in.

You wanted to see me?

- You feelin' any better today, George?

- Why would I be feelin' better?

Commissioner fined you

$5,000 for jumpin' Gates.

And word has it Ranch is pressin'

civil charges for you poppin' him.

Come to think of it,

I have felt better since I slugged Wilder.

- Your pistol's smokin', pal.

- I hadn't made the connection.

I know you and Wilder have been at each

other's throats since you were players.

Yeah, we've been at each other's throats since

he spiked my knee and ruined my career.

- Accidents happen, George.

- It wasn't an accident.

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