Field of Dreams 1989 quotes, page 2

Ray Kinsella

Don't you miss being involved?

I was the East Coast distributor of 'involved'. I ate it, drank it, and breathed it. Then they killed Martin, they killed Bobby, they elected Tricky Dick twice. And people like you think I must be miserable because I'm not involved anymore. Well, I've got news for you. I spent all my misery years ago. I have no more pain for anything. I gave at the office.

Ray Kinsella

So, what do you want?

I want them to stop looking to me for answers, begging me to speak again, write again, be a leader. I want them to start thinking for themselves. I want my privacy.

Ray Kinsella

I mean, what do you want? [Gestures toward concession stand.]

Oh. Dog and a beer.

Ray Kinsella

Two of those.

Seven bucks.

Ray Kinsella

Fifty years ago, for five minutes you came within... y-you came this close. It would kill some men to get so close to their dream and not touch it. God, they'd consider it a tragedy.

Son, if I'd only gotten to be a doctor for five minutes... now that would have been a tragedy.

Ray Kinsella

I did it all, I listened to the voices, I did what they told me, and not once did I ask what's in it for me.

Shoeless Joe Jackson

What are you saying, Ray?

Ray Kinsella

I'm saying... what's in it for me?

Ray Kinsella

The voice is back.

Annie Kinsella

Oh, Lord... you don't have to build a football field now, do you?

Ray Kinsella

What are you grinning at, you ghost?

Shoeless Joe

"If you build it -" [gestures toward catcher, who is Ray's father, John Kinsella] "- he will come."

Ray

"Ease his pain. Go the distance." It was him!

Shoeless Joe

No, Ray. It was you.
Is this heaven?

Ray Kinsella

What do you want?

I want them to stop looking to me for answers, begging me to speak again, write again, be a leader. I want them to start thinking for themselves. I want my privacy.

Ray Kinsella

I mean, what do you want? [Gestures toward concession stand.]

Oh. Dog and a beer.

Ray Kinsella

You catch a good game.

John Kinsella

Thank you. It's so beautiful here. For me, well, for me, it's like a dream come true. Can I ask you something? Is, is this heaven?

Ray Kinsella

It's — it's Iowa.

John Kinsella

I could have sworn it was heaven.

Ray

Is there a heaven?

John Kinsella

Oh, yeah. It's the place where dreams come true.

Ray

Maybe this is heaven.

John Kinsella

Well, good night Ray.

Ray Kinsella

Good night, John.

Ray Kinsella

Hey... Dad?

Ray Kinsella

You wanna have a catch?

John Kinsella

I'd like that. Very much.

Ray Kinsella

You lied to me.

Well, you were kidnapping me at the time, you big jerk!

Ray

You lied to me!

Well, you said your finger was a gun!

Ray

That's a good point.

Ray Kinsella

You've changed.

Yes, I suppose I have. How's this? Peace, Love, Dope! Now, get the hell out of here!

Ray

"Oh my God....It's my father...My God! I'd only seen him years later when he was worn down by life. Look at him. He's got his whole life in front of him and I'm not even a glint in his eye. What do I say to him?

Annie

"Why don't you introduce him to his granddaughter?"

Ray

Hey, Dad... you wanna have a catch?

John

I'd like that.

Ray

I bet it's good to be playing again, huh?

Shoeless Joe

Getting thrown out of baseball was like having part of me amputated. I've heard that old men wake up and scratch itchy legs that have been dust for over fifty years. That was me. I'd wake up at night with the smell of the ball park in my nose, the cool of the grass on my feet... The thrill of the grass.

Shoeless Joe Jackson

Hey, is this heaven?

Ray Kinsella

No, it's Iowa.

Shoeless Joe Jackson

The last two have been high and tight, so where do you think the next one's gonna be?

Well, either low and away... or in my ear.

Shoeless Joe

He's not gonna want to load the bases, so look for low and away. But watch out for in your ear.
I want them to stop looking to me for answers, begging me to speak again, write again, be a leader. I want them to start thinking for themselves...

Shoeless Joe

Man, I did love this game. I'd have played for food money. It was the game... The sounds, the smells. Did you ever hold a ball or a glove to your face?

Ray

Yeah.

Shoeless Joe

I used to love travelling on the trains from town to town. The hotels... brass spittoons in the lobbies, brass beds in the rooms. It was the crowd, rising to their feet when the ball was hit deep. Shoot, I'd play for nothing!