( bizet's "habanera" playing ) okay. buttermaker: charge it. yeah, that's chargin' it, all right. good hustle. there you go, bro. ow! another good one. what's the--? what's the cripple kid's name? engelberg: hooper. hooper. hooper! roll your machine up. don't necessarily have to catch it, i guess. can't hope for miracles, can you? you gotta get under the ball. there's too many gnats out here. ( bat cracks ) ( sighs ) buttermaker: give me a ball. the hell is that, a baggy full of bacon? i'm on atkins. what? i have to eat all the time to keep my metabolism up so my body becomes a fat-burning machine so airheads like you don't give me spit all the time! easy, sport. all right, get ready. it's comin' at you. you might wanna back up. ( clears throat ) guys, it's a bunt. you seemed to imply you're going to hit it out here. yeah. engelberg, that's a bunt, bud. you're supposed to pick it up, throw the guy out at first base, okay? here we go again, pickin' on the fat kid. there's laws against this, you know. harassment! you better shut up before i tell