[Despite the despairing news about the lack of working iPods and phones, he can't help but let out a laugh anyway.]

You're a goddamn feisty one, I'll give you that. I like you. Tell you what, I'll do it. I'll wear the jersey and hit it outta the fucking park, if you catch my drift.

But tell me two things. When do I get to try out for the Home team, and what's the name of the feisty little chick I'm hitting on?