Eddie Collins: Everybody's got their own way of letting off steam, Ring. It's what you do on the field that counts.
Eddie Cicotte: I always figured it was talent made a man big, you know, if I was the best at something. I mean, we're the guys they come to see. Without us, there ain't a ballgame. Yeah, but look at who's holding the money and look at who's facing a jail cell. Talent don't mean nothing. And where's Comiskey and Sullivan, Attell, Rothstein? Out in the back room cutting up profits, that's where. That's the damn conspiracy.
Sport Sullivan: You know what you feed a dray horse in the morning if you want a day's work out of him?
Sport Sullivan: Just enough so he knows he's hungry.
Hap Felsch: I may be dumb, fellas, but I ain't stupid.
Chick Gandil: You go back to Boston and turn seventy grand at the drop of a hat? I find that hard to believe.
Sport Sullivan: You say you can find seven men on the best club that ever took the field willin' to throw the World Series? I find that hard to believe.
Chick Gandil: You never played for Charlie Comiskey.
Kid Gleason: People are human.
Hired Killer: You're gonna lose tomorrow.
Lefty Williams: Oh, is that so?
Hired Killer: I know it for a fact. That your wife?
Lefty Williams: Yeah, what's it to you?
Hired Killer: You don't lose tomorrow, she dies.
Lefty Williams: Who sent you?
Hired Killer: You made a promise to certain people.
Lefty Williams: You son of a bitch.
Hired Killer: You can't protect her. If I don't do it, somebody else will. First inning, Mister Williams.
PeeWee: Say it ain't so, Joe. Say it ain't so.