SCIENTIST—(Dryly again) I know what you've got in your forearms.
BOOG—Well, what I called about is, couldn't you maybe let the Orioles win the pennant and you still rule the world?
SCIENTIST—I told you, no.
BOOG—(Mimicking him) I told you, no. (Changes voice) Tell me that part again, George. Duhhh, tell me the part about the rabbits and how you save the world, George.
SCIENTIST—(Shouting into phone) Now stop that! Don't get smart with me! Don't show off your taped literary knowledge with me. I was the one who programmed you, remember? I mean, don't give me any of the Steinbaum garbage.
SCIENTIST—I said never mind! Now, I'll tell you just one more time. If I destroy the Baltimore Orioles, then the world will believe me. He who controls the Destiny of Baseball controls the world. Got that?
BOOG—(Sighs resignedly) Yes, but....