[Joe Mauer shows up for batting practice and strolls casually over to Paul Molitor.] Molitor: Joe! Mauer: So, Molly, earlier I was saying today's a pretty big day and you didn’t really respond, so I’m just gonna tell you, it’s my birthday! Uh. Tada! Molitor: No, no, no, can’t be. I distinctly remember: your birthday was last year. Mauer: That’s the funny thing about birthdays–they’re kind of an annual thing! Uh... Molly, I’m turning thirty-two, and I wanted to ask, uh, what I really want for this birthday… Actually what I really want for my birth–want for my birth– Molly: Okay, Joe, please, stop with the mumbling. You know how I feel about the mumbling–blah-blah-blah-blah, it’s very annoying. [Joe looks hurt.] I’m just teasing, you’re amazing, you're the best, Joe! Mauer: Uh, I want to see the fireworks tonight. Molitor: Uuuuh... What? Mauer: Oh... well, I was hoping you would let me see the fireworks. Molitor: Oooooh; that. I almost forgot about those. Duh...