Al Waterman, have a sponge.

Al

...you do this thing... it's so cute I wanna kill myself.

Ben

At what point do you say to yourself, "I'm counting on you to be the one, and I have no fall back plan."

Lindsey Meeks

Hey ump, get off your knees. You're blowing the game!

Stephen King

[helping sick Lindsay into pajamas] I won't look, I promise. Okay, I looked.

Ben

Ben: This is odd, it never happened before.
Al: You're havin' a stroke. Good!

Lindsey Meeks: Wow, you have quite a little group here.
Ben: Well, it's my summer family.

Ben: You're gonna get arrested!
Lindsey Meeks: You can't sell your tickets!
Ben: That's why you ran across the whole field? Wait, you've gotta tell me... was it spongy?

Lindsey Meeks: I'm going to Paris, and I'm taking vous!
Ben: Moi?
Lindsey Meeks: Oui!

Lindsey Meeks: You don't see us tangled up in the sheets with the Eiffel Tower in the background. You see the Mariners are coming in, and Pedro's pitching Friday.
Ben: No, on Saturday. Schilling's Friday.

Robin: He's offering Ben $125,000 for his Red Sox tickets.
Sarah: Are you really that rich?
Robin: Yes.
Sarah: Then why don't you dress better?

That's not Yankee dancing - that's Devil Rays dancin'!

Ben

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