There's another one on Tuesday. Tuzi's too late, sir! She's not approaching the train. Let it happen! Oh, I mean... Take it, please. About that. Hey, you. You're clearly going to try out. She doesn't look like that much competition. I could be competition, I think. Oh, shit. We have for the tryouts. I don't think you understand. This is the All-American League. We're pretty All-American. Who was that? She's showing that knuckleball. They didn't even let me try out, Dad. Maxine, you've got to make some smarter choices. This is five. This is something I can work with. Peaches! I'd like to go through a few rules. Curfew is at 10 p.m. sharp. No smoking or drinking. No pants. What? I'm a pitcher and you need me. Is that so? Everybody on the team has to have a job at the factory. So any job? Max, can you lift 50 pounds? Are you willing to get the shit burn out of your hand? Get! And I get to go. Good. You want the game to be more exciting? Shorten the skirts. What the hell are you doing? I thought that you would catch it. My back turned? This is our one shot. So what if right here? Right now, we forget the rules. They don't get to decide if this is real enough. We do. Let's go! Thanks for changing pretty fast. Hey, don't face.