Bull Durham

Skip: 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! Millie: 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. Millie: 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.

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Annie: Millie, you've got to stay out of the clubhouse. It'll just get everybody in trouble. Millie: I got lured. Annie: You did not get "lured". Women never get lured. They're too strong and powerful for that. Now say it - "I didn't get lured and I will take responsibility for my actions". Millie: I didn't get lured and I will take responsibility for my actions. Annie: That's better.

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Millie: What's it say? Annie: It says he's not bending his back enough on his follow-through. Donny? Baby, take this to Ebby Calvin. [Donny takes the note] Right, honey, let's get down to it. How was Ebby Calvin LaLoosh? Millie: Well, he fucks like he pitches: Sorta all over the place.

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Larry: Who are you? [To Skip] Who's he? Crash: I'm the player to be named later. Skip: Crash Davis? I'm Joe Riggins. [Shakes Crash's hand] Crash: And you, Larry Hockett, should recognize me, cause five years ago in the Texas League, you were pitching for El Paso, I was batting clean-up for Shreveport. You hung a curveball on a 0-2 pitch in a 3-2 game in the bottom of the 8th, and I tattooed it over the Michelin Tire sign and beat you 4-3. Larry: [grins] Yeah, I remember, I should've thrown a slider. Damn, Crash, how you doing? Crash: I'm too old for this shit. Why the hell am I back in A-ball? Skip: 'Cause of Ebby Calvin LaLoosh. Big club's got a hundred grand in him. Larry: He's got a million-dollar arm, and a five-cent head. Skip: Had a gun on him tonight. The last five pitches he threw were faster than the first five, He has the best young arm I've seen in 30 years. You've been around. You're smart, professional. We want you to mature the kid. We want you to room with him on the roa

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Reporter: So, how does it feel to get your first professional win? Nuke: It feels "out there", I mean it's a major rush. [Grabs the reporter's recorder and continues talking into it] I mean, it doesn't just feel "out there", I mean it feels out there, you know? Um, kind of radical in a kind of tubular way, you know? But, most of all, it's out there... Crash: [Watching nearby] This is hopeless. This is utterly fucking hopeless.

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Nuke: [After he has challenged Crash to a fight] I don't hit no man first. Crash: All right, then, [throws him a baseball] hit me in the chest with that. Nuke: I'd kill you! Crash: Yeah?! From what I hear, you couldn't hit water if you fell out of a fucking boat! [the crowd that has gathered laughs] Come on; right here, right in the chest! Nuke: No way! Crash: C'mon, Meat! Throw it! You know you're not gonna hit me, cause you've already started to think about it, eh?! Thinkin' about how embarrassing it would be to miss in front of all these people, how somebody might laugh?! Come on, Meat, show us that million-dollar arm, 'Cause I got a good idea about that five-cent head of yours! Crash: Ball four. Nuke: Who the fuck are you, man?! Nuke: Good punch... Crash: I'm Crash Davis; I'm your new catcher, and you just got lesson number one: Don't think. You can only hurt the ball club.

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