“Ishmael: [after losing a game] Mr. Munson, you all right?
Roy: [calmly] Ish, uh, what happened in there?
Ishmael: Well, I don’t know. Um, I thought I played pretty good. Uh, he’s just a little better than me, that’s all.
Roy: Pretty good, huh? 186.
[loses his cool]
Roy: You lost to a club player! What—that’s not supposed to happen! You’re carrying a 270 average!
Ishmael: Wh-wh-wh-what do you expect? I mean, you guys with your 10 frames.
Roy: [angrily] What do you mean, ‘you guys with your 10 frames’?
Ishmael: Well, my grandpa always taught me to bowl 15 frames. It’s like I told you before, we Amish, we do everything half again as hard as you do. Ten frames. [scoffs] That’s for Quakers.”
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