Dr. Alan Feinstone: I am an instrument of perfection and hygiene, the enemy of decay and corruption. A dentist. And I have a lot of work to do.
Dr. Alan Feinstone: Open wide.
Dr. Alan Feinstone: Get your tongue out of the way! Get your tongue out of the way, god dammit.
Dr. Alan Feinstone: Blood sucking leeches.
Dr. Alan Feinstone: Three times a day and no candy! Say it.
Roger Dorn: As General Manager of this team, I demand to know when I'm getting a start.
Jake Taylor: There's an old timer's game coming soon.
Lou Brown: How can you sell my best player without asking me?
Roger Dorn: I'm on my ass, tapped out. I'm even going to be able to make next month's payroll.
Lou Brown: Geez.
Roger Dorn: But I didn't sell Parkman outright. I got you an outfielder. He used to play for the Giants.
Lou Brown: Franklin?
Roger Dorn: Not those Giants.
