SCIENTIST—AND THEN IT WILL BE MY CHOICE, MY DEARIES,/AS TO WHO PLAYS IN THE SERIES./I CAN MANIPULATE ALL THE TEAMS/AND SHATTER THE NATION'S DREAMS.
BOOG—IT ALL SOUNDS PRETTY DRASTIC...
SCIENTIST—WITH MY PLAYERS MADE OF PLASTIC!/AND IF YOU'VE EVER WONDERED/IF YOU'LL EVER BAT FIVE HUNDRED,/I FEEL I MUST SAY:/NO WAY! NO, NOT WHILE YOU'RE IN MY CAGE,/FOR I'M FILLED WITH MY OWN RAGE,/AND LET...YES, LET THE WORLD OUT THERE HOWL.
BOOG and SCIENTIST—(In harmony) WHERE, OH, WHERE, IS OUR BOOG POWELL?
(Music down. The two men face each other. Then Boog, who has been clutching the bars of the cage, slumps and turns away. The Scientist goes back to his test tubes, leering nastily)
(Lights out on stage left and the spotlight comes up on stage right. The robot is still slouched in the Barcalounger. The little woman is standing, hesitantly, a few paces away. She finally summons up the courage to speak)
WOMAN—Boog, do you still love me?