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And here we are, folks, at the famous Polo grounds.
It's been a one-sided, knock-down, drag-'em-out ball game...
from the very first inning. With the visiting team...
the burly Gas-House Gorillas, giving the home team...
the Tea Totallers, a shellacking they'll never forget. Baseball fans...
There goes a screaming liner into left field!
The home team hasn't a chance, but they're in there punching nevertheless.
I'm only ninety-three-and-a-half years old.
Ball!
I don't know what could have come over me, sir.
I meant to say ''strike.''
Listen to that crowd roar as the Gas-House Gorillas go up to bat again.
Boy! What a game!
The Gas-House Gorillas are a bunch of dirty players.
I could lick them in a ball game with one hand tied behind my back...
all by myself. Yeah!
I'd get up there and wham! A homer!
Wham! Another homer!
What's up, doc?
All right, big shot.
So you think you can beat us all by yourself?
You got yourself a game.
Attention, please. Attention.
There's been a slight change in the Tea Totaller lineup.
Catching, Bugs Bunny. Left field, Bugs Bunny.
Right field, Bugs Bunny. Pitching, Bugs Bunny.
Third base, center field, first base, Bugs Bunny.
Shortstop, Bugs Bunny. Second base, Bugs Bunny.
Put it over the plate. Right down the old alley.
This guy's a pushover. Come on now, boy, give it to him!
That's the old pepper, boy. That's the old pitching.
That's putting it over the old plate, boy.
Right down the middle. Give me the old big-league ball. Come on!
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