Casey: About Killebrew?
Babe: No, about Minnesota. Where'd you say this Minnesota was?
Casey: Midwest, up by Canada.
Jackie: Babe's probably heard of Canada.
Babe: And you mean to tell me this Minnesota's got a ball team?
Jackie: That's who St. Louis is playing in the World Series, Babe.
Babe: I heard of St. Louis. Which St. Louis team is this Minnesota playing?
Casey: Only one St. Louis left.
Jackie: Browns are long gone, Babe.
Babe: Next thing you know, you guys will be tellin' me Canada's got a team.
Casey: Certain people don't belong in this league.
Jackie: We've heard that one before.
Casey: Sorry. That didn't come out right.
Babe: Hey, I'm havin' trouble seeing this game down there.
Jackie: Yeah. It's hard to see through that roof.
Babe: Roof? What you mean, roof?
Casey: Minnesota's got a roof.
Babe: The whole state?
Jackie: No, but that's not a bad idea.
Casey: The World Series is bein' played indoors, Babe.
Babe: You're kiddin'. How's grass grow indoors?
Casey: Ain't got no grass. They're playin' the World Series on a rug.
Babe: Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to wake you up.
God: I wasn't sleeping. I was just resting my eyes.
Everybody: Sure, you were.
God: Game started yet?
God: Angels playing?
God: Then I'm not interested.
Jackie: Don't you want to watch?
God: I don't really have to, you know. I could tell you right now who's going to win, you know.
Everybody: Sure you can.
Casey: C'mon, watch a while. Cardinals are up in the first.
God: Did you say Cardinals?
Casey: Yeah. Just watch an inning or two.
Jackie: You'll like this Cardinal team. They're so bad, they'll need a miracle to win this thing.
God: All right, I'll watch. But I wish those guys would stop all that spitting.
Babe: They wouldn't spit indoors, would they?
Casey: You know baseball players, Babe. They'd spit in an automobile.
Jackie: Say, what do you guys think of this Minnesota team?
Casey: I like 'em OK, except I can't pronounce their names. Guy Eddy. Limberger-dozey. Buy Eleven. Then there's that first baseman who ain't got no vowels. Hrkrbk, Hrbbx. His mother musta married an eye chart.
Jackie: You guys notice anything funny about this Minnesota team?
Babe: Nothin' particular.
Casey: I don't see what you mean.
Jackie: I mean, the ball ain't the only thing down there that's white.
Casey: Now I see what you mean.
Babe: Well, I don't.
Jackie: You wouldn't.
Babe: What's that supposed to mean?
Jackie: Just means you spent too much of your career playing in the Caucasian Leagues.
Babe: Hey, that wasn't my fault.
Jackie: I know, I know.
Casey: Not too many Negro fellers on this Minnesota team, is there?
Jackie: I count about three.
Casey: Didn't Reggie Jackson say somethin' about this once when he was in Minnesota?
Jackie: He sure did.
Babe: Who's Wretched Jackson?
Casey: Reggie. He's this big slugger who talks a lot.
Jackie: Like somebody else we know.
Babe: Aw, get off my back, Jackie.
Jackie: At least St. Louis has got some black people.
Casey: Yep, but their manager's a Whitey.
Babe: Haw, haw.
Casey: Hold on, you guys. Somebody just popped one up.
Babe: I got it.
Jackie: No, I got it.
Casey: Leave it alone. The ball's in play.
Babe: But it's gonna hit the roof.
Casey: Doesn't matter. It's still in play.
Babe: You mean you can catch the ball off the ceiling now?
Jackie: I can't see it anyway.
Babe: Me, neither.
Casey: It dropped for a double.
God: Almost hit that young man on the head, didn't it?
Babe: This ain't natural.
Jackie: God, can't you do something about this?
God: I believe I shall.
Babe: The World Series is supposed to be played in the sunshine.
Jackie: Or under the lights.
Casey: Not under no roof.
God: Relax, gentlemen. I'll handle this.
Babe: Go on. Smite somebody.
Jackie: Make them play the World Series on real grass.
Jackie: They're in the majors, too, Babe.
Babe: Next thing you know, you'll tell me there's more than eight batters before the pitcher comes up.
Casey: Sit down a second, Babe.