Bobby Turner: Babe! Go away.
Babe Doolittle: Is that all you have to say to me?
Bobby Turner: No! Leave me alone.
Tommy Marlowe: What a vocabulary! Wait until I spring this on Pat.
Connie Lane: Why don't you just hit her over the head with a hockey stick?
Pooch: Don't say it! You can think it but don't say it out loud! The evil spirits don't like it.
Pooch: Psychology! It's black magic, leave it alone.
Pooch: Come on, Bobby, get your uniform off.
Bobby Turner: Aw, gee, Poochy. I get so little chance to wear it I like to keep it on until the last minute. Sometimes I even rub a little dirt on it just to convince myself I'm really on the team.
