SCHILLING: Ahhhhh…….let me lead you to sanctuary, my son!
SOX FAN: Sanctuary?
SCHILLING: Yes, my son.
SOX FAN: Denver?
SCHILLING: No! You idiot! A win tomorrow night in the ALCS game six!
SOX FAN: Ah. Wicked one-game-at-a-time thinking, Father. Ah, I mean your Schilling-ness.
SCHILLING: Dominus vobiscum nabisco. Espiritu sanctum. Me gustibus. You gustibus. Don’t miss the schillingbus.
SOX FAN: Word. Under your wing, you make me feel like less of a wetard.
SCHILLING: Summa cum laude. Magna cum laude. You betta cheer laude.
SOX FAN: You betta believe it! My bro’ lives in the basement of his pop’s garage. He’s got a wicked arrangement of eight 19-inch RCA’s put together. Wicked wall of Sox! We’ll be at the game cheering in spirit.
SCHILLING: To the Indians I say: Post meridian. Ante meridian. Uncle meridian. F*ck d’em Indians.
SOX FAN: Your Schilling-ness? Are you gonna do the bloody sock thing again….that was a play on Jesus’ bloody crown of thorns, right?
SCHILLING: If that what it takes for ye to keep your faith, then it shall be done.
