Around this time, Charlie and Billy were playing "Mailbox Baseball" with Ace and Eyeball....

The Writer: [voiceover] Around this time, Charlie and Billy were playing "Mailbox Baseball" with Ace and Eyeball. [cuts to Ace hitting mailboxes with a bat in a moving car] Ace: [Ace hits a wooden mailbox] Ahh shit! I'm out! Goddammit! Eyeball: You shouldn't have gone for a wooden one. Huh-huh! Ace: [Stares at Eyeball intensely] Why don't you tell me something I don't know, asshole? [Hands bat to Billy] Ace: Billy, you're up. Billy Tessio: Nah, you guys win. I don't wanna play no more. Eyeball: Hey, you can't quit! We've only played three innings! That would be a non-official game! Charlie Hogan: Hey, Ace. Uh, we... [Billy nudges him in the arm] Ace: What's with you homos? You guys've been acting psycho all day. [Long pause] Ace: What is it? Billy Tessio: It's nothin'! It's nothin'! It's nothin', right? [Looks over at Charlie who concurs] Ace: Then, if you gentlemen don't mind, I'd like to finish this game before I start collecting my goddamn Social Security, okay? You're up Billy. Move it! Billy Tessio: All right! Gimmie this fuckin' thing. [grabs bat and assumes batter's position] Ace: Let's play ball! Eyeball: Yeah!

About this time, Charlie and Billy were playing mailbox baseball with Ace and Eyeball. Shit, I'm out. God damn it! Shouldn't have gone for a wooden one. Why don't you tell me something I don't know, asshole? Billy, you're up. You guys win. I don't want to play no more. You can't quit. We only played three innings. That'd be a non-official game. Hey, Ace, me and... What's with you homos? You've been acting psycho all day. What is it? It's nothing. Nothing. It's nothing, right? Then if you gentlemen don't mind, I'd like to finish this game before I start collecting my goddamned Social Security, okay? You're up, Billy. Move it. All right, give me this fucking stick. Let's play ball. Foul ball. Hey Vern, looks like your ma's been out driving again. That's so funny I forgot to laugh. Stand back, men! Paratroopers, over the side! No Trespassing was enforced by Milo Pressman, the junkman and his dog, Chopper. The most feared and least seen dog in Castle Rock. Legend had it that Milo had trained Chopper not just to sic, but to sic specific parts of the human anatomy. Thus, a kid who had illegally scaled the junkyard fence might hear the dread cry, Chopper, sic balls! But right now neither the dread Chopper nor Milo was anywhere in sight. Teddy's crazy. Where's the B.A.R.? Come on, men, move it out! Yeah. He won't live to be 20, I bet. Remember the time you saved him in the tree?