Doctor: Push, Mrs. Fry. You're almost there.
Yancy Sr: You can do it, honey! Squeeze one out for America.
Mrs. Fry: Hey, keep it down! It's the 9th inning.
Commentator: Here's the 02 pitch to Craypool. He's taking all the way for a called strike three!
Mrs. Fry: Swing the bat, you bum!
Doctor: It's a boy. And look at that red hair!
Yancy Sr: You sayin' my son's a commie?
Commentator: And Groady leans into the pitch. It hits him! The Mets win!
Mrs. Fry: This is the happiest day of my life!
Doctor: Here's your baby, ma'am.
Mrs. Fry: Yeah, OK, thanks.
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