The conversation I just excised from the script:

MICKEY
...Jassie. Jassie? Was it JAssie or JEssie?

BEN
Jassie. Jassie Jones.

MICKEY
Yeah. That’s a shame. That woulda been fun. I was circling that piece man...I was gonna eat.her.up.

BEN
(laughs)
Shit! You so much as blew a kiss in her direction her daddy’d a shot you in the fucking face.

MICKEY
No!

BEN
What!?

MICKEY
Really?

BEN
Man Mickey you’re so- you’re oblivious man. You only see what you wanna see... the rich bitch in the short shorts curling her fingers in the outfield fence. I see-

MICKEY
-Oh you don’t see that?

BEN
I see- that’s what I’m saying, of course I see that. Shit I still see it. Right now-

He clamps his eyes shut.

BEN (CONT'D)
-I can count the little blonde hairs ‘tween her belly button and her shorts band-

They laugh.

BEN (CONT'D)
-but what I also see, is fuckin lawyer daddy, lurkin in the stands watchin who’s watching her more than he’s watching the game. You ask anybody who played on the Cape before and they’d tell ya: Ain’t no fuckin Jassie fuckin Jones. Everybody knew that. ‘Cept you.

MICKEY
Well. Mighta been worth a bullet. I miss pussy, man. More than... baseball, and pizza, my family even. Shit, I can be kissing my grandma on the cheek and pussy pops in my head, but it ain’t ever the other way around.

BEN
I fuckin hope not.

MICKEY
(screaming)
I miss it! I MISS PUSSY!


To be replaced by...

BEN
Movies, I miss movies. And ice cubes. Pizza maybe...

MICKEY
I miss pussy. PUSSY. I MISS PUSSY!