"So it's agreed then...you blow out Lindblom's arm until he's completely uneffective....just exactly what I did with Proctor, and so many others....keep the legacy going, OK, Donnie ? Then, you'll be a shoe-in for the Hall--like I am".
Director: A ballplayer. A fucking ballplayer. How fucking hard is it to go out and get me a real ballplayer. Assistant: Kemp said no. Ethier said no. This guy was just standing around. He had a uniform and everything. Director: Seriously? Assistant: Yeah, and apparently they paid him almost 7 million dollars for that. Director: Who is the GM? Assistant: Guy named Ned something. Director: See if he wants to invest in some property...
MATTINGLY: Come on Blue. I know my first baseman sucks donkey choad, but that's no reason to take it out on the rest of my team... UMP: Well, I guess you're right... especially the part about your first baseman sucking donkey choad... LONEY: Um, guys... you do know I can hear you, right?...
now that hes in los angeles they are trying to teach him the local gang signs as seen practicing westside
Wait, that's not an umpire! revising captions... DEE: Rube, wtf?!?!?!UMP/RUBE: Dee, can you get me his phone number?
LONEY: Hey little man, what's shaking? KID: What's shaking? My head, every time you roll over and ground out to the right side. That's what's shaking, you piece of shit!
BILLINGSLEY: "Hi Jerry..." HAIRSTON: "Get your punk ass back to that postgame spread and fix me a sandwich, bitch!" BILLINGSLEY: "Um, okay. That's a little mean and uncalled for..." HAIRSTON: "Boy, don't make me have to ask you again!"