Let's keep the profanity down!
Huh?
I mean it! No swearing!
That eliminates all the speech for most of the team.
Most scenes together: George Knox & Players (3), George Knox & Roger (2), Al & Roger (2)
Let's keep the profanity down!
Huh?
I mean it! No swearing!
That eliminates all the speech for most of the team.
We are the boys of summer, and it's a big bummer. No matter who we play, we give the game away. 'Cause we can't win. That would be a sin. We even lose the games before they begin--
SAVE IT, MAPEL!
Oh!
Bummer.
One more loss! One more loss which could've been a win! And you call yourselves "professionals"! I have never ever seen a worst group of 25 players! You don't think as a team, you don't play as a team, you don't even lose as a team! You all got your heads so far up your butts, you can't even see the light of day! One more loss and I'll [picks up chair]... and I'll do this [throws it at a baseball bat rack and the bats go flying all over the whole locker room, as the players duck for cover]...to each and every one of you!!
Oh-ho-hoo! [bat hits him in the head and has a blank look]
I want you... here in uniform at 9 tomorrow! We're going back to work on fundamentals!!
Fundamentals!? In the middle of the season!?
I thought the game had started at 1?
It does start at 1, and you're a jackass!
No, I'm a pitcher. [after speaking to George Knox who angrily leaves the locker room while making some angry groaning and moaning, grunting sounds to himself while putting both of his hands above his head]
You can be a pitcher and a jackass.
Sí, it's very common.
Oh! [faintly falls into his locker area while feeling unconscious]
I've got nothing left.
Yeah, you do. You've got one strike left.
You've got an angel with you right now... just got here, and he's going to help.
The kid sees an angel?
Yeah, he must. That's the signal.
It could happen.
Okay.
I don't want to go to the game anyway. The Angels never win.
I want to go to the game. They could win. It could happen.
Yeah! And you could drop dead after dinner... of food poisoning!
Leave him alone!!
Boys, Hey, look what we've got for dessert: Jell-O.
Yay
It's not really Jell-O. It's cat-brains with food coloring in it. She kills them at night and feeds it to us to save money.
Shut up, Miguel!
Roger, You know we do not use those words in this house.
Meow!
You know I wouldn't put any food coloring on my cat-brains.
I can't believe it.
Ranch?
You're fired.
You can't fire me! I got a contract! I'm Ranch Wilder!
Easy, Ranch. Less is more. [He flips the broadcast dial, then speaks] ..And the Angels Have Won It.
I'm glad you're here. I was afraid no one was going to show up today, since everybody knows about the angels.
No one's coming. Championships have to be won on their own. It's a rule.
Oh. Then why are you here?
You mean he's...
Ah, he's smoked for years. Always a mistake. He's got 6 months left, doesn't even know anything's wrong yet.
No.
Don't you worry. He's well taken care of. You concentrate on your own life now. We are expecting great things from you kid. We'll all be watching, you remember that.
Excuse me. I'd, uh, I'd like to say something on behalf of George Knox.
Uh, what's your name? What's your business here?
My name is Maggie Nelson. I take care of foster kids. One of these boys is, uh, the child who can see angels. He could stand up right now and tell you exactly what's happened and I know you'd just laugh at him. But when a professional football player drops to one knee to thank God after making a touchdown, nobody laughs at that. Or when a pitcher crosses himself before going to the mound, nobody laughs at that. Seems like you're saying it's okay to believe in God, but it's not okay to believe in angels. Now I thought they were on the same team.
Is it your belief, ma'am that, uh, angels play baseball?
Since the all-star break, yes.
We all need somebody to watch out for us. Every kid I have ever taken care of has been looking for someone to love: an angel. You've got to have faith. You've got to believe. You've got to look inside yourself. The footprints of an angel are love. And where there is love, miraculous things can happen. I've seen it.
I'd also like to say something. I don't know if there are angels out there, other than the twenty-five of us in uniform. But I know, there is one thing I won't do. I won't play for anyone but George Knox. I believe in him.
That goes for me too.
Thank you...all of you.
Print what you want. George Knox is the manager of the ballclub. [all present cheer] And if there are any angels out there, I sure hope they're on our side.
[Knox has just found out Roger's Dad has given up custody of him, and explains that he too had a father who was absent during his childhood)
You know Roger, when I was growing up I never saw very much of my Dad. He couldn't take care of himself. So taking care of me and my brothers was out of the question. I'm not sure the pain that caused ever goes away. But I am sure you can't go through life thinking everyone you meet will one day let you down. Because if you do, a very bad thing will happen. You'll end up like me. I'm going inside.
I thought you said you had to be somewhere.
I do. Right here.
With another example of his infamous temper, manager George Knox calls time out. He is going to have a word with his pitcher, Frank Gates.
I don't think it's going to be a happy word.
And it looks like Knox is going to take Gates out. Gates doesn't look too, pleased about this.
It ain't my fault, you need a new outfield.
Do you want the ball? Well, here you go. [starts to hand it over] GO GET IT! [throws it aside and starts to hand his glove over] Do you want my glove? WELL, GO GET IT. [throws it as well].
Gates has thrown his ball and glove into the stands!
Oh, Go on, get out of here, you're finished Gates. [they begin fighting with each other]
And now Knox has attacked his own pitcher!
Uh-oh.
This is outrageous! George Knox is fighting off his own players.
Have you played any ball, before, Marvin?
No, never played any ball.
Well, this is the perfect time to learn. [picks up Marvin Vincent Archer] Come on. [places Marvin Vincent Archer on the Home Plate] Watch the ball and when I say, now, you swing. Just do exactly what I say. Get ready to swing. Now!
Go, Marvin! Run to first base!
You stay on base and do just what I say.
OK.
Go, Marvin! Run home!
Run home?
Run home. Run home.
Run home, run home, run home.
God--if there's a god, if you're a man or a woman, if you're listening', I'd really, really like...a family. My dad says that'll only happen if the Angels win the pennant. The baseball team, I mean. So, maybe you could help 'em win a little. Amen. [turns to sleep but turns back to the stars] Uh, a-woman too. [turns back to sleep but didn't noticed one of the stars shines, granting his prayer]
Shh. Shh-shh. This is between you and me, little guy. No one can see me but you. Remember?
Sit down, already. I left in a hurry yesterday. I forgot a few of the rules. Numero uno: don't tell anyone about us. Now, I heard you already told a little kid and El Capitan. But nobody else. We hate recognition. We're a very sensitive group. If people know we're around, I wouldn't be able to get an angel within a mile of this team.
Okay. Are you guys gonna help out today?
Al We'll see. We never make commitments. We go and come and come and go. We're a capricious crowd.
What's capri--[notices J.P. and David are coming back] What's capricious?
You call that a call?! Did you call that a call?! In all my years of baseball, I have never seen such a-- [Al the Boss Angel arrives and is able to influence the rest of Knox's words. Knox then, as a result, speaks slowly and calmly] such an astute evaluation of a potentially difficult decision. Masterful call. Oh, have a nice day.
Even though you can't see us, we're always watching.
I believe in the possibility of miraculous things happening, that makes every day of our lives worth getting up for.