- Les Nessman: Venus is a great athlete too.
- Venus Flytrap: [smiling at the compliment] Why thanks, Les. How did you know that?
- Les Nessman: Simple. You're a negro.
- [Venus responds with a stunned look]
- Bailey Quarters: I'll play, Les.
- Les Nessman: [as Herb guffaws] You will, Bailey?
- Jennifer Marlowe: Me too.
- Les Nessman: Thank you, Jennifer.
- Jennifer Marlowe: Oh, it will give me an opportunity to wear my new red shorts.
- Herb Tarlek: [foremost Jennifer fan] I'll play.
- Venus Flytrap: Me too.
- [Johnny is eager as well]
- Les Nessman: Now, Bailey, you'll lead us in a team prayer.
- Bailey Quarters: What? Uh, why me?
- Les Nessman: Because you're the most wholesome.
- Bailey Quarters: Oh, yeah. Yeah, all right, I suppose I am.
- Andy Travis: Go ahead, Bailey.
- Bailey Quarters: Well...
- [nobody's removing their caps, so, impatiently:]
- Bailey Quarters: well...!
- [some caps are removed]
- Bailey Quarters: Lord...
- Umpire: [from behind them] Play ball!
- Bailey Quarters: ...help us!
- [last lines]
- Les Nessman: [voiceover as WKRP is celebrating their baseball victory] This, then, was my finest moment. A thrilling, frightening moment like this usually comes to boys... a-and now, girls... when they are eleven, twelve. For me, it would happen twenty-seven years later. I am reminded that George Bernard Shaw did not have his first great, successful play until he was forty-nine years of age. Beethoven didn't write his Ninth Symphony, my personal favorite, until he was fifty-three. I know now how these men must have felt. Beethoven was totally deaf at the time, by the way. Not everyone knows that.