Gil Renard: Any more of these demos and I'm gonna have to start shaving the hair off my ass.
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Gil Renard: Any more of these demos and I'm gonna have to start shaving the hair off my ass.
Big motherfucker. Little motherfucker. Which motherfucker do you want?
Bobby Rayburn: My season is like a bad freeway accident. And you guys, you're just slowing down to watch.
Knife doing business with you.
I wish I knew. Gil Renard: That's it? You wish you knew. A simple thank you would have been nice.
Lanz: Now we all get to wear the number, man.
I hope you like it in center field. Bobby Rayburn: Yeah, I hope you like it in left.
I never got to show you my best pitch.
Gil Renard: Any more of these demos and I'm gonna have to start shaving the hair off my ass.
Gil Renard: Big motherfucker. Little motherfucker. Which motherfucker do you want?
Bobby Rayburn: My season is like a bad freeway accident. And you guys, you're just slowing down to watch.
Gil Renard: Knife doing business with you.
Lanz: Now we all get to wear the number, man.
Gil Renard: I never got to show you my best pitch.
Gil Renard: I remember when Mick recorded this in '78, we had a wild party afterwards. Richie Renard: Jason Pelligrino's dad says Mick Jagger's gay. Gil Renard: Yeah? Well, Jason Pelligrino's dad takes it up the ass.
Gil Renard: We could've been teammates. We were teammates, man. We could've made it to the Bigs. Coop: It was Little League. We were 12 years old.
Bobby Rayburn: No! No, don't shoot! He's got my son!. Gil Renard: Now do you care? Bobby! Now do you care? Just a little bit?
Jefferson Sporting Goods Clerk: You got any kayaks? Gil Renard: You gotta be out of your fuckin' mind, kayaks? Jefferson Sporting Goods Clerk: I could use kayaks. Gil Renard: Stanley, what the fuck do kayaks have to do with knives? Jefferson Sporting Goods Clerk: Never mind. Gil Renard: You fuckin' asshole, kayaks you're asking me about when I'm asking you about knives? Jefferson Sporting Goods Clerk: Yeah. I understand, sir. Thank you for coming in. Gil Renard: How about you take some kayaks and stick 'em up your fuckin' ass, you moron.
Bobby Rayburn: What, are you walkin' me? Catcher: Consider it a compliment, dickhead. Bobby Rayburn: Fuck! Do you know what you're doin' to me?
Gil Renard: I always thought you'd be managing by now, Coop? Coop: Managing? Gil Renard: Yeah, in the Majors. Coop: No one calls me Coop anymore, you sick son of a bitch.
Gil Renard: Don't get greedy, son. Don't get greedy. What we need now is a sacrifice. A winning team has to know how to manufacture runs. Coop taught me that. He used to say the most beautiful play in the game is a sacrifice fly. You know why? Richie Renard: 'Cause you give yourself up for the team? Gil Renard: And it doesn't even count against your average. That's why baseball's better than life. It's fair.
Jewel Stern: You're saying there's absolutely no way you can get your boy to talk to me? Is that what you're saying? He's gotta talk to me. Manny: I'm saying he'd rather nail his penis to a burning building, is what I'm saying, okay? Manny: No, I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to her.
Manny: Well, well, well. If it isn't Jewel, my favorite token female sports reporter. Jewel Stern: Blow me, Manny. Manny: Yeah, I would, but you haven't had all your shots, babe.
Gil Renard: My father started this business. Garrity: Look, perfection and principles, they don't belong in business. Not now or then. As a friend of your father's... Gil Renard: As a friend of my father - Keep your mouth shut. You know nothing about my father. Gil Renard: He made this business. Garrity: Your father made beautiful knives. San Francisco made this business. Gil Renard: Yeah, by ripping him off. Garrity: He wasn't a business man, Gil. And neither are you. That's the bottom line.
Umpire: Time! Gil Renard: Come on, let's play some fuckin' baseball!
Gil Renard: Look at this, the bat is too heavy. Tim: Come on. Gil Renard: Don't fuck with me! I'll send your head into the outfield!
Jewel Stern: You got Bobby Rayburn on the line yet? Jewel Stern: Who the fuck does this guy think he is? Broadcast Technician: Three time National League MVP? Jewel Stern: And that gives him the right to fuck up my show?
Manny: Look, Jesus Christ was 33 when he died. People are still talking about him. Bobby Rayburn: Jesus Christ? Give me my damn number!
Manny: Exactly. That's 250 G's a digit. Bobby Rayburn: Oh, man, come on. What is this boy smokin'? Manny: Look, I tried to haggle them down. I called the kid myself, and he says it's his lucky number. Bobby Rayburn: Luck? Shit, there ain't that much luck in the world. He's lucky to be in the fuckin' country!
Tim: Hey, Gil. Gil Renard: Hey, Ted. Lose your job? Tim: It's my day off. And it's Tim.
Manny: You still want that interview? Jewel Stern: Are you serious? You would let Bobby Rayburn do an interview with a - What was it? Bernie: Castrating ball buster. Jewel Stern: Castrating ball buster, that's right. I thought I was off your list, man. Manny: Come on, Schindler has a list, not me. Okay? When you're hitting .183, you don't get a chance to have a list.
Coop: You're getting some serious shit for that. Cops are gonna be all over us. Gil Renard: Boy, all of a sudden you lost your sense of humor.
Gil Renard: Can I just say something? Did you ever think how one man who's doing well... might throw off the rest of the team? What I'm saying is, like, you have to think what's best for the team, right? You might have to lay down a sacrifice. I'm talking about Bobby Rayburn's number. I don't know if you really understand how much he needs that number. Number 11. Juan Primo: I am number 11. Gil Renard: I know, but he needs it more than you.
Gil Renard: Don't you talk back to me. You show me some respect. Without people like me, you're nothing. We're the ones that get you your 40 fuckin' million! Bobby Rayburn: Look, what do you want? Gil Renard: What do I want? I want every time they think of you they're gonna think of me.
Bobby Rayburn: I wish I knew. Gil Renard: That's it? You wish you knew. A simple thank you would have been nice.
Juan Primo: I hope you like it in center field. Bobby Rayburn: Yeah, I hope you like it in left.
Manny: I'm telling you, that media will turn on you faster than the fans. Listen to me, you gotta come out, okay? Bobby Rayburn: I can't come out. On account of you, I gotta be Babe fuckin' Ruth! Manny: It's William fuckin' Bendix! Can you get it right!
Doctor: ... and so in a Freudian sense, Jewel, the catcher is the father, and the son is the pitcher. Jewel Stern: Wow, that's fascinating, Doc. Let me ask you a question. What does that bat and ball represent? Doctor: Well, the the bat speaks for itself, of course, and the ball is the ejaculate. Jewel Stern: Well, thanks for calling, Doc. Who do we have on Line Two, Bernie?
Richie Renard: Dad, you'd better go. Gil Renard: Don't swing at anything. Don't swing at anything. Wait for a good one. Step on the eggshell and squash the bug. Okay? Gil Renard: You mind your fuckin business! You're lucky.
Bobby Rayburn: Look, all I'm saying is there's more to life than just baseball. Gil Renard: Like what? Like your house? Like your big ass car? Like your 40 fucking' million? I mean, what the fuck do you care about? Bobby Rayburn: I care about my son. That's what I care about. Gil Renard: I'm sorry. I just hate that attitude you stopped caring. I'm sorry. Bobby Rayburn: What? You got a better theory? Gil Renard: Yeah, you got your number back.
Garrity: Me, I think this knife is an ass kicker. Garrity: This door, on the other hand, comes off a foreign car. Well, need I say more? Garrity: What are you guys still doing here?
Bobby Rayburn: I'm not playing with number 33. Okay, you understand me? Manny: I know. I understand. Just be cool. Let me take care of it. Stook: You know, three times 11 is 33. Maybe you'll play three times better.
Jewel Stern: Rayburn look like he's moving a little stiff to you? Bernie: I can't believe Burrows left him in there after that collision. Jewel Stern: Oh, that's right. That's all we need - Our 40 million dollar man on the DL.
Umpire: Strike! Gil Renard: Are you out of your mind, Ump? Are you out of your fuckin' mind!
