(Our story begins with Matt Holliday returning to his crib after beers with the fellas ...)MH: Don't forget, McGwire's the designated driver tonight. See you later, party animals.
OM: Hello Mr. Holliday.
MH: Oh!
You're here. Well, talk. I will listen.
OM: I love you.
MH: Talk to me of love.
OM: I love ... you.
MH: Elaborate, please.
OM: I love you ... very much.
MH: I don't doubt that. And what further?
OM: I would love ... if you would love us too.
MH: You are offering me platitudes when I was hoping for a large contract. Tell me a little of how you love me.
OM: Very very much.
MH: Disentangle your sentiments.
OM: I love you.
MH: Again!
OM: No, I do not love you ... I adore you. Love makes me into a fool.
MH: This displeases me that you are no longer the confident man that would swoop in and tell stories of how it would be above all else to play for your team. That instead you are
old and beaten.
OM: But ...
MH: Rally me your routed eloquence.
OM: I ...
MH: Yes, you love me. Now go away.
OM: But ...
MH: Oh sorry, you adore me. I've heard it. Drive home safe.
(
Jeff Wilpon appears)
JW: What the hell are you doing?
OM: I was only ...

JW: I told you that you are
no longer to do this without me. Now go stand over there. (
Throws pebbles at Holliday's window)
OM: What? I'll die!!!
JW: GO!
MH: Who is it?
OM: It's Omar!
MH: Oh it's you. Go away.
OM: I wish to speak to you.
MH: Your conversation is too common.
OM: (
With prompting from Jeff) How common does 6 years $108 million sound?
MH: That's better. But why is your speech so stunted and interrupted?
OM: (
moving towards the doorway, out of Holliday's sight) Because the dark ... I'm afraid of the dark.
MH: What's there to be afraid of? Why are your words difficult?
JW: (
talking lower and mimicking Minaya's diction) What does it matter if they reach their destination? Your words merely drop ... My words have to climb to reach you.
MH: So does your contract offer.
JW: My heart is large ... and my wallet is (
gulp) larger. With the masses that will surely fill Citi Field and buy our delectable fish sandwiches from Catch of the Day because of you, no price is too high for you.
MH: Now this ... this is love.
JW: But tell me, do you grasp my love's measure? Does some little part of my soul make itself felt of you in darkness and make you tremble?
MH: Yes, I tremble. And with a couple more million you can carry me away to your Field of Fish.
JW: That would be Citi Field. And yes, I will carry you away until death or Dr. Andrews do us part.
MH: I'll play for you Omar.
OM: (
jumps in excitedly) And thus we will have you, Doc!!!
MH: Doc?
JW: DOC??!?
SB: Hey, what's going on here??!?
OM: SCOTT BORAS!!!
SB: What are the two of you doing here?
MH: The two of ... Jeff Wilpon? It was your words that wooed me?
JW: Umm, uhh?
MH: And you, Omar ... you thought I was Doc Halladay, didn't you?
SB: Get the hell out of Matt's apartment complex!!!
MH: Yeah, I'm re-signing with St. Louis.
JW: Omar you idiot
(slaps him upside the head)
. What are we going to do now???
OM: Umm ... go to Boston to woo Jason Bay?
JW: (
sigh) I'll drive.