(The shots shows Steve "Hardkore" Waltman and Tommy Wholigan sitting at a baseball game.)

Tommy:  So why are we here again?

Steve:  Just to relax and forget about all our cares in the world.

Tommy:  Shouldn't we be on our way to South America?

Steve:  We could, but why miss this opportunity to sit and enjoy ourselves.

Tommy:  Ok.

Steve:  There you go.  Feel the sunshine on your face, the soft breeze in your hair.

Tommy:  What the bloody hell are you talking about?

Steve:  I don't know.  Whenever I'm watching a baseball game I just feel so at peace and tranquil.

Tommy:  Baseball-- that's what this is?

Steve:  Yup.

Tommy:  What the hell is it!?

Steve:  Ok, one team hits the ball around and tries to score before the other team can get the ball.

Tommy:  So this is cricket?

Steve:  No, but it's...

Tommy:  I f****** hate cricket!  My dad wanted me to play cricket.  I f****** hate the game!

Steve:  But it's not...

Tommy:  I tried to play, but they wouldn't let me.  They said I was too small.  No one's ever given me any f****** respect.  Those bloody f******.  I hate all of them.

Steve:  Calm down.  This isn't cricket, it's baseball.

Tommy:  Sorry, but I get so worked up when I hear cricket.

(Scott Taylor walks down the stairs carrying a try with sodas and hot dogs on it.  He takes a seat next to Steve.)

Scott:  So what did I miss?

Steve:  Tommy just blew a gasket about cricket.

Scott:  What did I even ask?

Tommy:  My dad wanted me to play that f****** game.

Steve:  Tommy, shut the hell up!

Tommy:  I will, just don't bring up cricket anymore.

Steve:  We never talked about cricket in the first place you bloody idiot.

Scott:  Did you just say bloody idiot?

Steve:  I did, didn't I.  I spend too much time around you Tommy:

Tommy:  Piss off.

Steve:  Don't take it personally.

Scott:  Guys, let's just enjoy the game.  Here's your food.

Steve:  Thanks Scott.

(The games go on for a while.  The three enjoy themselves and their food.  About 4 innings later...)

Steve:  ...so do you watch Survivor?

Tommy:  What the f*** are you talking about!?

Steve:  Never mind, Scott, how about you?

Scott:  As often as I can.

Steve:  You know those challenges where they have to stand for a long time?

Scott:  Ya, that looks painful.

Steve:  Definitely.  I thought I would never be able to do that, but back in the day when I played ball, I could stand a whole game without a problem.  I could do that.

Scott:  I still don't think I could.

(The game goes on until the middle of the 7th inning...)

Steve:  Hey seventh inning stretch.

Scott:  About time too.

Tommy:  Is it over?

Steve:  No.

Tommy:  Then my the f*** is every body standing up?

Steve:  Its the seventh inning stretch, that's just what happens.

Tommy:  Is it over soon.  I gettin f****** tired.

Steve:  We need to discuss your language.  If your bored go for a walk.

(Tommy gets up and walks away.)

Scott:  Was that a smart idea?

Steve:  Probably not, but its quieter now.

(The shots follows Tommy as he walks up the steps and onto the concourse.)

Tommy:  There has got to be something better to do here.  Ooo, a food vendor.

(Tommy walks over the counter.)

Tommy:  Yes, I would like some fish and chips.

Vendor:  I don't think we have that.

Tommy:  Well, what do you have?

Vendor:  Umm, we got hot dogs, hamburgers, and brats.

Tommy:  I have never heard of half of that!!

Vendor:  You don't sound like your from around here.

Tommy:  Well that's cause I'm not.

Vendor:  I thought so, and I love that accent.  What is it, Scottish?

Tommy:  It's f****** British you tard!

Vendor:  Hey, no need to get angry!

Tommy:  You listen to me, I am f****** Tommy Wholigan, from f****** England!

Vendor:  Watch your language bub, there's children around.

Tommy:  I don't f****** care, I'm Tommy Wholigan!

Vendor:  Get out of here man, cause trouble else where.

Tommy:  Piss off, you f****** geezer!

(Tommy storms away from the food stand.)

Steve:  Tommy's been gone for a while, you think I should go look for him?

Scott:  Maybe we both should.  Its getting late.

(Steve and Scott both leave to look for Tommy.  After some searching the two meat back up again.)

Scott:  I couldn't find him, could you?

Steve:  No.

(In the background you can hear, "I'm f****** Tommy Wholigan, from f****** England!.")

Scott:  I think he may be over there.

Steve:  That's a good guess.

(The two head over to the ruckus.)

Tommy:  I don't care what the f*** your badge says, I'm Tommy Wholigan!

Steve:  Ok Tommy, time to go.

(Steve picks up Tommy and throws him over his shoulder.)

Steve:  Shows over folks, time to go.

Tommy:  You f****** boby!  Don't mess with me!

Steve: Tommy, we need to discuss your anger.

Tommy:  What the f*** are you talking about?

Steve:  Maybe we should start with your language.

Tommy:  What the f*** is wrong with my language?

Steve:  Ya, we'll start there.  We got plenty of time to talk on the way to South America.

(Steve and Scott leave the park.  Steve carries Tommy away on his shoulder.)