It Happened in Flatbush

Frank 'Butterfingers' Maguire: Now get this straight, Sam - I'm not stupid, I know what I've been tagged around here. The only one who wanted me was the old lady, but dead or alive, that's who my contract is with, you understand?

Sam Sloan: Okay, okay. But we still need ballplayers. Now, what are gonna use instead of money?

Frank 'Butterfingers' Maguire: What about the new owners?

Sam Sloan: Relatives. The majority of the stock goes to a niece, Kathryn Baker.

Frank 'Butterfingers' Maguire: What's she like?

Sam Sloan: Filthy rich!

Frank 'Butterfingers' Maguire: Does she know anything about the game?

Sam Sloan: Since when do we play baseball on horseback? She's strictly social.

Frank 'Butterfingers' Maguire: Alright, forget it then. Let me do the worrying about her. Look, call a meeting of those relatives for tomorrow morning. We gotta get the ball started rolling fast. And in the meantime, what about those scouts of ours? What have they been doing? Tell them to get out, get on the job. Dig me up a Ruth or a Gehrig.

Sam Sloan: Is that all you want?