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Ebby Calvin LaLoosh : [after Ebby didn't listen to Crash, and the ball became a home run] You told him I was gonna throw a deuce, didn't you? Crash Davis : Yup. 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 : Did you hit me with your right hand or did you hit me with your left? Did you hit me with your right hand or did you hit me with your LEFT?

Ebby Calvin LaLoosh : My left. Crash Davis : Good! That's good; when you get in a fight with a drunk you don't hit him with your pitching hand. God, I can't keep giving you these free lessons so quit screwin' around and help me up. 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 : The rose goes in the front, big guy. Annie Savoy : I think probably with my love of four-legged creatures and hooves and everything, that in another lifetime I was probably Catherine the Great, or Francis of Assisi.

I'm not sure which one. What do you think? Crash Davis : How come in former lifetimes, everybody is someone famous? Crash Davis : I mean,. Crash Davis : how come nobody ever says they were Joe Schmo?

Annie Savoy : [still laughing] Because it doesn't work that way, you fool! Crash Davis : What's wrong? Ebby Calvin LaLoosh : I'm nervous - my old man's here.

Crash Davis : Where? Ebby Calvin LaLoosh : He's behind home plate - don't look. Crash Davis : [Crash waves back] Hey, he's waving. He's just your father, man - he's as full of shit as anybody. Crash Davis : You don't want a ballplayer; you want a stable pony. Skip : Nah. Crash Davis : Well, my triple-A contract gets bought out so I can hold some flavor-of-the-month's dick in the bus leagues, is that it?

Well, fuck this fucking game! Crash Davis : I quit, all right? I fucking quit. Crash Davis : Who we play tomorrow? Skip : Winston-Salem. Batting practice at Clubhouse reporter : So how does it feel to get your first professional win? Ebby Calvin LaLoosh : It feels out there. I mean, it's a major rush.

I mean, it feels radical in kind of a tubular sort of way, but most of all, it feels out there. Crash Davis : [watching Ebby from across the clubhouse] Hopeless. This is utterly fucking hopeless. Umpire : Call me a cocksucker again, and you're outta here.

Crash Davis : You're a cocksucker. Umpire : You're Larry : Whoa! What the fuck is that? Ebby Calvin LaLoosh : [after their confrontation outside the bar, watching Annie dance with Max Patkin] So, we fight and she gets the clown?

How does that work? Crash Davis : God, I love this song. Crash Davis : C'mon Meat, throw me that weak-ass shit! Crash Davis : Throw that shit again, Meat. Throw that weak-ass shit again. Crash Davis : I'm too old for this shit. Why the hell am I back in A ball? Big club's got a hundred grand in him. Larry : He's got a million dollar arm, and a five cent head. Joe Reardon : Had a gun on him tonight.

To sum up: be boring with the media and fervent in your beliefs. If you don't have someone to share those amazing long, deep kisses with, you can always enjoy playing with silly putty. This is a BETA experience.

You may opt-out by clicking here. More From Forbes. Nov 11, , am EST. Edit Story. You know, I just wanna give it my best shot, and good Lord willing, things will work out. You know, you got to play 'em one day at a time though. To the interviewer Raye Anne, right? That's a beautiful name. Is that Greek? That Raye Anne. I don't know.

It's a beautiful name, though. There's a great song by Motley Crue. Do you know it? Raye Anne, she's a stayin'. Anyway, a good friend of mine used to say, 'This is a very simple game. You throw the ball, you catch the ball.

You hit the ball. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. Sometimes it rains. Dangerous Liaisons Screenwriter s : Christopher Hampton. Over tea with Vicomte Sebastien de Valmont John Malkovich , the devilishly wicked Marquise Isabelle de Merteuil Glenn Close gave a "virtuoso of deceit" speech about her ability to maintain a deceptive facade about herself, when asked the question: "I often wonder how you manage to invent yourself":.

Well, I had no choice, did I? I'm a woman. Women are obliged to be far more skillful than men. You can ruin our reputation and our life with a few well-chosen words. So, of course, I had to invent not only myself, but ways of escape no one has ever thought of before. And I've succeeded because I've known I was always born to dominate your sex and avenge my own When I came out into society, I was I already knew that the role I was condemned to, namely to keep quiet and do what I was told, gave me the perfect opportunity to listen and observe.

Not to what people told me, which naturally was of no interest, but to whatever it was they were trying to hide. I practiced detachment. I learned how to look cheerful while under the table I stuck a fork into the back of my hand. I became a virtuoso of deceit. It wasn't pleasure I was after, it was knowledge. I consulted the strictest moralists to learn how to appear, philosophers to find out what to think, and novelists to see what I could get away with.

And in the end, I distilled everything to one wonderfully simple principle: win or die If I want a man, I have him. If he wants to tell, he finds that he can't. That's the whole story.

The Curse of Being English. At first, he exclaimed his joy at being liberated from his stifling marriage: "You make me feel free! Wanda, do you have any idea what it's like being English? Being so correct all the time, being so stifled by this dread of, of doing the wrong thing, of saying to someone, 'Are you married? You see, Wanda, we're all terrified of embarrassment.

That's why we're so - dead. Most of my friends are dead, you know, in these piles of corpses to dinner. But you're alive, God bless you, and I want to be, I'm so fed up with all this. I want to make love with you, Wanda. I'm a good lover - at least, used to be, back in the early 14th century. Can we go to bed? She kissed him and answered 'Yeah'. Mississippi Burning Screenwriter s : Chris Gerolmo.

An Explanation of Why People are Racist. In his motel room with fellow FBI agent Alan Ward Willem Dafoe , while investigating the racist murders of three civil rights workers in Mississippi, Agent Rupert Anderson Gene Hackman described a case of prejudice and hatred from his own boyhood, when asked: "Where does it come from, all this hatred? You know, when I was a little boy, there was an old Negro farmer lived down the road from us, name of Monroe.

And he was, uh, - well, I guess he was just a little luckier than my Daddy was. He bought himself a mule. That was a big deal around that town. Now, my Daddy hated that mule, 'cause his friends were always kiddin' him about oh, they saw Monroe out plowin' with his new mule, and Monroe was gonna rent another field now they had a mule.

And one morning that mule just showed up dead. They poisoned the water. And after that there was never any mention about that mule around my Daddy. It just never came up. So one time, we were drivin' down the road and we passed Monroe's place and we saw it was empty. He'd just packed up and left, I guess. Gone up North, or somethin'.

I looked over at my Daddy's face - and I knew he'd done it. And he saw that I knew. He was ashamed. I guess he was ashamed. He looked at me and he said: 'If you ain't better than a nigger, son, who are you better than? He was an old man just so full of hate that he didn't know that bein' poor was what was killin' him. The Ugliness of Bigotry - Hatred is Taught. In her home, Mrs. It's not good for you to be here It's ugly. This whole thing is so ugly. Have you any idea what it's like to live with all this?

People look at us and only see bigots and racists. Hatred isn't something you're born with. It gets taught. At school, they said segregation what's said in the Bible - Genesis 9, Verse At seven years of age, you get told it enough times, you believe it.

You believe the hatred. It will repair our losses and be a blessing to us. The setup: Annie has Nuke wearing her garter on days when he pitches, to keep the other half of his brain occupied. Crash sees Nuke struggling to put it on in the clubhouse. In addition, he hit the sportswriters, the public-address announcer, the bull mascot — twice — also new league records. But, Joe. And, Hollywood. This one should probably be higher. The setup: Crash hit his dinger in Asheville and immediately retired.

She walks up in the rain. I just want to be. Hell of a guy. I actually saw him read a book without pictures once! The setup: Annie and LaLoosh are disrobing, but the brash youngster keeps his socks on. You mean Nuke. You said Crash. Listen, sweetheart. They say the darndest things. When Nuke gets back from a road trip, she turns on the charm. Baby ducks are cute. I hate cute! I want to be exotic and mysterious. The setup: Crash-to-Nuke wisdom time!

Hold it like an egg. See, there are some lizards that have a parietal eye behind their heads so they can see backwards. Or an Aztec, I get them confused. Kudos, Annie! Crash feels he did nothing wrong. And you should know that! And possibly the worst Durham team in a half-century. Is the modern-day athlete a pale imitation of the great old warriors? Only Crash Davis stands out this year, begging the question: What are these boys thinking about?

The setup: Crash walks into the Durham managers office for the first time. You hung a curveball on an pitch in a game in the bottom of the eighth and I tattooed it over the Michelin tire sign and beat you, I should have thrown a slider. Damn, Crash. How are ya? Why the hell am I back in A ball? When I first saw the movie, I figured this was an exaggeration. Just brilliant script writing. MORE: What if? How Sporting News might've covered Crash Davis' record-breaking home run.

The setup: On the team bus, Crash tells the guys he once made the major leagues. Twenty-one greatest days of my life. You know you never handle your luggage in the show? Someone else carries your bags. You hit white balls for batting practice.

Ballparks are like cathedrals. The hotels all have room service and the women all have long legs and brains. I ranked everything before I put actual numbers on the list. Just a happy coincidence.