CHORUS—BOOG! BOOG POWELL, THAT'S WHO!/WHEN YOU NEED A QUICK SCORE...
FIRST PLAYER—OR MAYBE THREE!
SECOND PLAYER—OR MAYBE FOUR!
CHORUS—WHO BELTS 'EM IN? I ASK YOU: WHO?
BOOG—BOOG DO! (He flushes a bit at this touch of conceit, then shrugs) YES, BOOG! THAT'S WHO!
(Chorus comes out of the showers and swings into the "Beautiful Baltimore Ballet" twirling Oriole towels, pirouetting, filling the stage with wet entrechats. They are all waving the towels, all naked, when Manager Beano Brampson strides in. He is a very small man smoking a big cigar)
(Music stops, suddenly)
BRAMPSON—All right, all right! Knock it off. We ain't won the pennant yet. Stop that dancing. Turn in them towels. Everybody get dressed. Come on! FIRST PLAYER—(Takes of his towel and hands it over, but remains discreetly hidden behind the seated man) But we're flying high, chief. The best early-season record ever and...
SECOND PLAYER—We're practically in, chief. As good as in already!
(Brampson looks sourly at each player in turn as they stand around him. He starts to pace, puffing heavily on his cigar. Finally he turns, facing the audience, hands on hips, and sings)