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Marge:
Say, aren't you Sam Malone?

Sam Malone:
Guilty as charged.

Marge:
Small world. Marge Thornhill here. Don't you remember me?

Sam Malone:
Ah, boy, you know, I can't quite place the face. Where did we meet?

Marge:
Oh well, we didn't actually meet, but I know you remember me. I went to every home game you ever played.

Sam Malone:
Ah, Marge, there are a lot of people up in the stands there.

Marge:
Sure, but you got to remember me. I always sat behind first base, five rows up, remember? I used to get there early so that I could watch you warm up in the bullpen.

Sam Malone:
I'm sorry.

Marge:
I know you couldn't forget this.

Marge:
[stands up and yells] "Hey Malone, you pitch like my sister. Why don't you go home and make a dress!"

Sam Malone:
[affectionately] Was that you? Well, how have you been? Guys, guys, I want you... Do the one where you say I couldn't get the ball across the plate if I drove it there in my car.

Marge:
No, no, that was then, and this is now. By the way, I'm really sorry for all those shots I gave you over the years. No hard feelings?

Sam Malone:
No, of course not, it's all part of the game.

Marge:
[raises the martini Sam made for her in toast] You're a real sport, Malone.

Marge:
[tastes the martini then stands up and yells] You call this a martini? What did you use for vermouth, turpentine?

Sam Malone:
[to Norm] The great ones never lose it.