Red goes into a tailspin of despair upon learning that Hazel Mae is getting married - and to somebody trying out for the Blue Jays, no less:

... I don't want to sound bitter. But I am. So go ahead. Yummy down on your non-roster guy. Nice work, there. We're all very proud of you. But those calls and letters and photos and boxes of candy and marriage proposals and wood carvings of you and I, hand in hand, running through the grass of Lars Andersen Park in Brookline that I've been bombarding you with for the past three years? They're done, babe. It's all gone, Pete Tong. ...