You don't want a ballplayer; you want a stable pony.
Skip Nah.
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, **** this **** game!
[pause]
You know what? I quit, all right? I **** quit.
[Crash exits the office, stops and swears to himself disgustedly, and sticks his head back through the door]
Who we play tomorrow?
Skip Winston-Salem. Batting practice at 11:30.
Skip Ebby?! [Ebby and Millie are half dressed in the locker room. Millie ducks behind a locker.] Jesus. Game starts in four minutes! Why ain't you warm?!
Skip I'm fining you a hundred dollars. Jesus, Ebby, this is your professional debut tonight -- you know how many guys out there'd give blood to be in your shoes an' you're leavin' your fastball in the locker room for some piece of ass!
Skip, It's me! I'm not some quote piece of ass unquote.
Skip Oh, Millie, jeez, sorry -- I didn't recognize ya. Don't take it personal but if I catch you in here again you're banned from the ballpark.
You can't ban me from the ballpark 'cause Daddy donated the scoreboard and if you banned me he might take the scoreboard away.
Skip Whatta we need a scoreboard for? We haven't scored any runs all year. [to Ebby] Get your ass out there.
Hey Boss, I got a question.
Skip [exasperated]
What?!
You think I need a nickname? I think I need a nickname. The great ones have nicknames -- somethin' like Oil Can or Catfish...[to Millie] What was the one you suggested?
Yeah, what do you think of "Pokey"?
Skip [stares for a second]
Ya got three minutes! [storms out]
Got time for another quickie?
Jesus, you got a game to pitch!
But we got three minutes.
Skip [Skip catches LaLoosh and Millie together in the clubhouse]
Jesus, Ebby, this is your professional debut tonight! A million guys would give their left nut to be in your shoes, and you're leaving your fastball in the locker room in some piece of ass!
Skip, it's me! I'm not some quote, "piece of ass", unquote.
Skip Ah, Millie, sorry, didn't recognize you. And, don't take this personally, Millie, but if I catch you in here again, I'm banning you from the ballpark.
You can't ban me from the ballpark, 'cause my daddy donated that scoreboard, and if you ban me, he just might take that scoreboard away.
Skip Well, what do we need a scoreboard for? We haven't scored any runs all year.
Skip [Talking to Crash after another loss]
Hell of a shot. Sorry it got wasted. I don't know what to do with these guys; I beg, I plead, I try to be a nice guy. I'm a nice guy-
Skip Huh?
They're kids. Scare 'em. That's what I'd do.
Skip Yeah.. [Realizes something and walks away chuckling]
Skip [Skip takes an armful of baseball bats and throws them at the guys in the shower]
Everybody into the Shower!! Anybody ain't in the shower in ten seconds gonna get fined a hundred dollars! Larry!
[Begins counting to ten as all the players run into the shower area]
1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi, 4 Mississippi, 5 Mississippi, 6 Mississippi, 7 Mississippi, 8 Mississippi, 9 Mississippi, 10 Mississippi.
Skip You guys...you lollygag the ball around the infield! You lollygag your way down to first! You lollygag in and out of the dugout! Do you know what that makes you? Larry?!
Skip Lollygaggers! What's our record, Larry?
Skip 8-16...How did we ever win eight?
Skip It's a miracle. This is a simple game: You throw the ball, you hit the ball, you catch the ball. You got it?! Now we have got a twelve day road trip startin' tomorrow! Bus leaves 6 in the morning.