Crash Davis: Last chance. Your place or mine?
Annie Savoy: Despite my rejection of most Judeo-Christian ethics, I am, within the framework of the baseball season, monogamous.
Crash Davis: I wouldn't dig in if I was you. Next one might be at your head. I don't know where it's gonna go. Swear to God.
Crash Davis: I dare you to throw the hammer. You ain't that stupid.
Crash Davis: Come on, Rook. Show us that million-dollar arm, 'cause I got a good idea about that five-cent head of yours.
Crash Davis: I have been known on occasion to howl at the moon.
Crash Davis: Man that ball got outta here in a hurry. I mean anything travels that far oughta have a damn stewardess on it, don't you think?
Crash Davis: The rose goes in the front, big guy.
Sonny Weaver Jr.: Come on, Tom. Say it with me, you pancake-eating motherfucker.
Sonny Weaver Jr.: Can we talk football? Just football for thirty seconds?
Ali: We can always talk football.
Sonny Weaver Jr.: God damn it, I love this job.
Rick the Intern: Like, how did you come up with that?
Sonny Weaver Jr.: I was pissed.
Rick the Intern: Can I get you a soda?
Sonny Weaver Jr.: No, I don't want a soda! No Clevelander has ever used the word "soda." Ever! Us Clevelanders use the word "pop."
Sonny Weaver Jr.: I want my picks back, and I want David god damn Putney, just because I feel like it.
Sonny Weaver Jr.: You were right about me, Tom. I am a crazy man. So come on, take advantage of it. What are you waiting for?
Joe Darrow: You've been flying long, Victor?
Victor: Don't worry, I know how.
Joe Darrow: You have a license though, right?
Victor: Si, pretty much.
Gwyn: I think bald is sexy.
Joe Darrow: Really?
Gwyn: Yes.
Joe Darrow: I have a parrot that might turn you on.
Joe Darrow: Am I just going nuts?
Sister Madeline: As nuts as Christopher Columbus, thinking there was another side to the earth.
Ben: The lady in the picture, she wants you to go there.
Joe Darrow: Go where, Ben?
Ben: The Rainbow.
Ray Kinsella: I know more about farming than you think I do.
Mark: Well then how could you plow under a major crop?
Ray Kinsella: What's a crop?
Ray Kinsella: You lied to me.
Terence Mann: Well, you were kidnapping me at the time, you big jerk!
Ray Kinsella: But, you lied to me!
Terence Mann: You said your finger was a gun!
