Crash Davis: You don't want a ballplayer; you want a stable pony. Skip: Nah. Crash Davis: Well, my triple-A contract gets bought out so I can hold some flavor-of-the-month's dick in the bus leagues, is that it? Well, fuck this fucking game! [pause] Crash Davis: I quit, all right? I fucking quit. [Crash exits the office and stands in the clubhouse for a minute before sticking his head back through the door] Crash Davis: Who we play tomorrow? Skip: Winston-Salem. Batting practice at 11:30.