Major League (1989)
[Dressed in tuxedos, every team member, except Willie, stands behind Home Plate and looks at us]
Everybody: Hello. Do you know us?
[Everybody, except Rick, puts on their caps]
Everybody: We're a Major League Baseball team.
Jake Taylor: But since we haven't won a pennant in over 30 years, nobody recognizes us - not even in our own home town.
Eddie Harris: That's why we carry the American Express card.
Rick Vaughn: “I got magic and I’ve got poetry in my fingertips, you know, most of the time, and this includes naps. I’m an F-18, bro.”
Pedro Cerrano: [pointing to us] So if you're looking for some Big-League clout, apply for that little green home-run hitter.
Roger Dorn: Look what it's done for US. People still DON'T recognize us but...
[Roger snaps his fingers]
Lou Brown: We're contenders now.
[Also dressed in a tuxedo, Willie slides into home plate and holds up a green credit card]
Willie Mays Hayes: The American Express card: Don't steal home without it.
Willie Mays Hayes: What the hell league you been playing in?
Rick Vaughn: “You have the right to kill me, but you do not have the right to judge me. Boom. That’s the whole movie. That’s life.”
Everybody: Hello. Do you know us?
[Everybody, except Rick, puts on their caps]
Everybody: We're a Major League Baseball team.
Jake Taylor: But since we haven't won a pennant in over 30 years, nobody recognizes us - not even in our own home town.
Eddie Harris: That's why we carry the American Express card.
Rick Vaughn: “I got magic and I’ve got poetry in my fingertips, you know, most of the time, and this includes naps. I’m an F-18, bro.”
Pedro Cerrano: [pointing to us] So if you're looking for some Big-League clout, apply for that little green home-run hitter.
Roger Dorn: Look what it's done for US. People still DON'T recognize us but...
[Roger snaps his fingers]
Lou Brown: We're contenders now.
[Also dressed in a tuxedo, Willie slides into home plate and holds up a green credit card]
Willie Mays Hayes: The American Express card: Don't steal home without it.
Willie Mays Hayes: What the hell league you been playing in?
Rick Vaughn: “You have the right to kill me, but you do not have the right to judge me. Boom. That’s the whole movie. That’s life.”
Willie Mays Hayes: Never heard of it. How'd you end up playing there?
Rick Vaughn: “Winning!”
Rick Vaughn: [converses with Taylor on the mound] Fucking Dorn! This game should be over by now. He could've had that ball, he tanked it on purpose!
Jake Taylor: Hey! This isn't the California Penal League, Vaughn, we're professionals here! We don't tank plays for personal reasons, so cut the cry baby shit! Now, you've pitched a hell of a game, you want to finish it, don't you?
Rick Vaughn: “Clearly I have defeated this earthworm with my words – imagine what I would have done with my fire breathing fists.”
Jake Taylor: Good... think you can get a strike on this guy? Rick Vaughn: “Winning!”
Rick Vaughn: [converses with Taylor on the mound] Fucking Dorn! This game should be over by now. He could've had that ball, he tanked it on purpose!
Jake Taylor: Hey! This isn't the California Penal League, Vaughn, we're professionals here! We don't tank plays for personal reasons, so cut the cry baby shit! Now, you've pitched a hell of a game, you want to finish it, don't you?
Rick Vaughn: “Clearly I have defeated this earthworm with my words – imagine what I would have done with my fire breathing fists.”
Rick Vaughn: “Rock bottom; that’s a fishing term.”
Jake Taylor: Just get it over the plate, I want him to swing.
Rick Vaughn: The last time I did that, the guy hit a ball that hasn't even landed yet! I closed my eyes and made it so with the power of my mind, and unlearned 22 years of fiction … the fiction of AA. It’s a silly book written by a broken-down fool.
Jake Taylor: [grins] Don't worry, I'll take care of it.
Umpire: [after hitting Coleman] You're out of here rookie.
Rick Vaughn: I'm out?
Umpire: Yes you are!
Rick Vaughn: Hey, c'mon. That's an accident!
Umpire: You threw at him intentionally!
Rick Vaughn: Oh, kiss my ass! I think people mistake my passion for anger.”
Umpire: You're gone.
Rick Vaughn: You're full of shit! Fuck you! “I am battle-tested bayonets, bro.”
Umpire: Get outta here rookie.
Rick Vaughn: Oh! Why don't you blow me ump! “Winning!”
Suzanne Dorn: Mind if I join you?
Rick Vaughn: I don't think I'm very good company, right now. “I am on a drug, it’s called Charlie Sheen.”
Suzanne Dorn: Why not?
Rick Vaughn: “I’m tired–I’m so tired of pretending like my life isn’t perfect and bitching and winning every second and I’m not perfect and bitchin’ and just delivering the goods at every freakin’ turn.”
Suzanne Dorn: That's not why I'm here. I don't chase ball players.
[Leans over to Vaughn]
Suzanne Dorn: I think you're the sexiest man I have ever layed my eyes on.
Rick Vaughn: “Winning!”