Roger: If I don't wanna talk about things, and I don't know what they wanna hear, and I just wanna play ball. Does that make me the bad guy? Mickey: There is no bad guy, Rodge. Roger: Well I got about a 1000 more of these that says your wrong. I just don't understand why it's so important to them. Mickey: Maybe you oughta forget about your mail for awhile. Put this shit away. Roger: No, I gotta write back to the kids. Believe it or not, there's some real nice one's in there from the kids.
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Bob Sheppard: Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to Yankee Stadium.
Yogi Berra: Ninety percent of the game is half mental.
Mickey Mantle: I like women with small hands, they make my dick look big.
Mickey Mantle: What happened? I was on the john.
Mickey Mantle: That blonde back there has got the biggest tits I've ever seen in my life.
Mickey Mantle: I'm expectin' a guest, and his name is Mr. Jack... Daniels
Artie Green: MVP - Most Vacant Personality.
Whitey Ford: Hey, Slick, how come every time you get drunk it costs me money?
Roger Heckler: Get out of here you fucking hick! No one wants you here! You don't belong here! This is Mickey's town!
McGwire 60th & 62nd Home Run Announcer: Down the left field line, is it enough? GONE! There it is! 62!
Bob Sheppard: Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to Yankee Stadium.
Yogi Berra: Ninety percent of the game is half mental.
Mickey Mantle: I like women with small hands, they make my dick look big.
Mickey Mantle: What happened? I was on the john.
Mickey Mantle: That blonde back there has got the biggest tits I've ever seen in my life.
Mickey Mantle: I'm expectin' a guest, and his name is Mr. Jack... Daniels
Artie Green: MVP - Most Vacant Personality.
Whitey Ford: Hey, Slick, how come every time you get drunk it costs me money?
Roger Heckler: Get out of here you fucking hick! No one wants you here! You don't belong here! This is Mickey's town!
McGwire 60th & 62nd Home Run Announcer: Down the left field line, is it enough? GONE! There it is! 62!
Bob: What the hell does he eat?
Mickey: I just ain't getting there. I just can't play no more. I'm wore out, done. I'm out of the race. Thought I took pretty good care of myself too. Roger: You did Mick. Damn straight you did. Mickey: Well anyway, he's all yours if you want him. You go get that fat fuck.
Milt Kahn: Do you think you earned their respect out there today? Roger Maris: Milt, I don't think that's something you earn on a ballfield.
Mickey: Yeah, honey, it was my idea. Ah, you know how it is at the hotel, all the reporters and the fans all the time, this is great. Oh it's just me, Roger, and Cerv. Mickey: Hey, you look kind of sexy in that. No, there ain't no girls here, it's Roger! He wearing a stupid little girlie apron, cooking up some bacon. Rog, say hi to Merlyn. Roger: Howdy, Merlyn! Mickey: Oh, here's Bob. Say hi, Bob. Bob: Uh, hi Bob. Mickey: See, I'm going to be real domesticated now.
Whitey Ford: This guy died and nobody told him. Commissioner Ford Frick: As I stand here this afternoon, it is impossible not to think of the Babe; not to feel his presence here even now. He was more than a ball player. He was everything that is special about this game. He was everything that is special about America. Mickey Mantle: I bet I got more pussy than he did.
Yogi Berra: Oh, look at this. Mr. Ambidextrial. Elston Howard: Ambidextrial? Yogi Berra: Ambidextrial, you know... this side, that side.
Sam Simon: All I did was say that he had an off season. Dan Topping: He hit forty home runs last year. A lot of players would kill for that kind of an "off" season.
Whitey Ford: Hey, Mick, you read Sam Simon's column today? Mickey: No, you know I don't read that shit. Son of a bitch has been after me since day one. What's it say?
Roger: Listen Mick, Cerv and I got this place. It's real nice and quiet. It's in a nice place, neighborhood. Heck, sometimes we cook for ourselves and other times we're sending out. Mickey: What the hell are you talking about? Roger: Yeah, well I was just thinking, maybe you'd like to come and live with us. Mickey: Let me get this straight. I got a big fucking suite at the St. Maritz Hotel, and you want me to move to Queens?
Roger: There ya go Mick. Mickey: What the hell's that? Bob: That's Roger's special eggs. Mickey: It looks disgusting. Roger: Well you don't have to have any Bob. Bob: Oh, thank you! Mickey: I'm sorry Roger, but I'm going to have to pass. Roger: Mick, I'm telling ya, don't listen to Bob. Last few times I ate these, I hit home runs. Roger: Sorry Bob, looks like somebody likes 'em. Bob: You like 'em? Mickey: No, they're shit, but I'm in a bit of a slump. I'll try anything.
Roger: I did not say the Babe had it easier. Can you believe this shit? Mickey: You gotta be careful. Roger: You'd think I was trying to replace Jesus Christ or something. Bob: Then don't read the Daily News.
Artie Green: I've never seen him get a hand like this before. Milt Kahn: He's never been the underdog before.
Roger: If I don't wanna talk about things, and I don't know what they wanna hear, and I just wanna play ball. Does that make me the bad guy? Mickey: There is no bad guy, Rodge. Roger: Well I got about a 1000 more of these that says your wrong. I just don't understand why it's so important to them. Mickey: Maybe you oughta forget about your mail for awhile. Put this shit away. Roger: No, I gotta write back to the kids. Believe it or not, there's some real nice one's in there from the kids.
Mickey Mantle: Kids up to see the pop get his big award? Roger Maris: Yeah just Pat and Suzan. The other ones are too little, they're back in Missouri Mickey Mantle: Uh Huh. Roger Maris: They came up for opening day and then back tomorrow. Is Merlyn here? Mickey Mantle: Nah, she's back in Dallas with the boys. She don't like it too much up here. Artie Green: Who doesn't like it up here? Mickey Mantle: Your wife, Artie. She likes it down there, you know what I mean?
Artie Green: Can you believe this? They're booing him in his own ballpark Milt Kahn: Yeah, and I wonder why, Artie?
Roger Maris: ... So the guy tells me "Hey, Rog, would you sign an X for my kid?" I sign X and the son of a bitch takes off! I was going to give him a real autograph, I was just kidding around! We win the most important game of the season and this is the horseshit they write about? Mickey Mantle: What the hell are you doing? Bob: Sorry, Mick. You're not the only one with a bum knee. Mickey Mantle: I don't know what smells worse, your foot or these eggs. Roger Maris: This is horseshit. Horseshit. I never make a kid cry. Mickey Mantle: For a guy that hates the press, you sure do read alot of it. Roger Maris: Well, if they want to talk about what happens on the field, I say that's fair game. But this, this is cheap shot bullshit! Mickey Mantle: Hey, cheap shots, man, that's how it is. In '53 I tried to volunteer for the Army, but got rejected on account of my knees. The papers called me a draft dodger. Don't matter to them what the truth is, and I still get booed for that shit. Roger Maris: So what do you do? You just get used to it? Mickey Mantle: No, but you got to. Mickey Mantle: Now what are you doing? Bob: This hangnail's killing me. Mickey Mantle: Take it to the bedroom, man. That's disgusting! Roger Maris: "Mean-Spirited Roger..." Bob: You know, I'm not even good enough for people to write about. Bob: Why are you reading this stuff, Roger? It's not helping you. Listen, whether you guys break this record or not, it's going to mean nothing unless we get back to the World Series. They may have to cut my knee at the end of the season. I'm going to need that $8,000. Roger Maris: Yeah, you're right, Bob. Sorry. Bob: Ohh... Mickey Mantle: Now, look what you've done! Bob: Probably would make it taste better.
