In the book Moneyball (haven't seen the movie), there's a scene where the A's, at home, trade a Latin American relief pitcher to the team they're playing that night. Billy Beane, the A's GM, has to explain to the guy, in the locker room, a few hours before game time, what's going on. The pitcher's grasp of English is rather sketchy. So Beane finally conveys to the dude, put on some pants, make yourself decent, pack your shit and mosey on down to the visitors' locker room, where you now belong.
"Que?"