[UMPIRE, spoken]
Play ball!

[FATHER, spoken]
You'll like baseball. It's a civilized pastime. 

[GIANTS FANS]
Ain't this the kind o' weather

[BRAVES FANS]
For smackin' leather

[GIANTS FANS]
For playin' baseball

[FANS]
The kind o' weather makes a man
Hit like hell!
*Hock, spit*

[FAN #1]
Let's go, you sons o' bitches!

[FAN #2]
Let's see some pitches!
[FANS]
Let's play some baseball!

[FAN #3]
The Kraut is strikin' out again!

[FAN #4]
Schmidt, ya smell!

[FANS]
*Hock, spit*

[BRAVES FANS]
The Giants haven't got a prayer

[GIANTS FANS]
Aah, yer underwear!

[BRAVES FANS]
Up yer alley!

[FANS]
Go back to where yer mother once came!
Hit that ball!

[FAN #1, spoken]
Run, you bastard!
[FANS]
Hit that ball!

[FAN #2, spoken]
Kill the Kraut!

[FANS]
What a game!
*Hock, spit*

[FAN #2, spoken]
Hеy, Schnabel! Take your head out of your ass!

[To LITTLE BOY]
I guеss that's telling him!

[LITTLE BOY, spoken]
Hey, Schnabel! Take your head—

[FATHER clamps his hand over LITTLE BOY'S mouth.]

[FATHER]
At Harvard
We were gentlemen
Men were gentlemen
[FANS]
So's yer sister!

[FATHER]
We called each other "Mister", and—

[GIANTS FANS]
Doyle, ya suck!

[FATHER]
Don't listen!
Our games were very quiet
We'd never riot, we'd—

[GIANTS FANS]
Eat that baseball!

[FATHER]
The worst we ever said would be—

[IMMIGRANT]
Run, ya schmuck!

[FATHER]
Don't listen!
Though I'm a forward-thinker

[GIANTS FANS]
The Mick's a stinker!

[BRAVES FANS]
He dropped that fly ball

[FATHER]
There's hardly one American name!

[IMMIGRANT]
Yah, Herzog!

[FANS]
Hit that ball!

[FAN #1]
Stupid Polack!

[FANS]
Hit that ball!

[FAN #2]
Kill the Kike!

[FANS]
What a game!
*Hock, spit*

It's Braves and Giants, two to two
The pitcher's name is Hub Perdue
Jack Murray's now
Up at bat...

[Crack of the bat. FANS ooh, then react as LITTLE BOY catches the ball.]

[FANS]
My God, would somebody look at that!
Ain't this the kind of weather
To get together and

[FAN #1, spoken]
Bash his teeth in!

[FANS]
The kind o' weather makes a man
Hit like hell!
A fine, upliftin' atmosphere
Bring yer children here
Teach them baseball
The game all true Americans
Do damn well!
It's like the Constitution
The institution
Of dear ol' baseball
Where every man is treated the same!
Kill that Kraut!

[FAN #1, spoken]
Run, you Polack!

[FANS]
Strike the Kike!

[FAN #2, spoken]
Kill the Mick!

[FANS]
What a—
What a—
What a—

[LITTLE BOY, spoken]
Up yer alley!

[FATHER, spoken]
Shh, Edgar!

[FANS]
Game!
*Hock, spit*