"Ah, you pikers, where was you raised?"
"Hey, pitcher, is this the ball game or a corner-lot game?"
"Say, bo, you can play ball—maybe."
"Hey, catcher, quit the diamond, and lemme li'l brudder teach yeh."
"Say, who's that at bat? What's the good of sending in a dead man?"
"Aw, dear, dear, dear! Gimme some barb' wire. I wanter knit a sweater for the barnacle on second."
"Oh, watch this, watch this! He's a bad actor. Kill the bad actor!"
"More ivory—more ivory! Oh, boy, I love every bone in yer head."
"Get a step-ladder to it. Take orf that pitcher. He's pitching over a plate in heaven."