The Red Sox win the World Series!!!
Susan:
A toast to the 2004 Boston Red Sox and all their fans. Congratulations …
Bill from home:
Whooooooooooooooooooooo!
[Sound of furniture crashing] Help! I've fallen and I can't get the fuck up.
In a group of Soxaholix, a woman speaks:
I just pissed myself.
Scene from a church:
Dear God, you like us, you really like us!
Bill:
Somebody wake up the fucking Bambino's dead ass and tell him he's been punk'd!
Mike:
I'm your fucking Daddy now, bitch.
Tara:
People tried to put us d-down (talkin’ ’bout Red Sox Nation) Just because we couldn't get it d-done (talkin’ ’bout Red Sox Nation) …
Mike:
How you fucking feeling?
Doug:
Fan-fucking-tastic! It's like that moment when a woman bends down and unbuttons and unzips a man's pants; there is such a feeling of providence somehow.
Mike:
And you can't help but feel that she has come, in that unzipping moment, to know the uselessness of words, and come, too, into a casual affirmation of the the life that is inside words but has no power to use them?
Doug:
Absolutely. One yearns for such affirmation, or at least a view on to it.
Mike:
And here we fucking are. On top of the mofo world.
