Major League: Back to the Minors Page #3
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1998
- 100 min
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3 games, you sit.
- Is that all?
- Yeah, that's it.
- Skipper, can I talk to you for a second?
- Sure. What's up, doc?
Well, I've been working with Rube,
trying to help him to open up.
We've actually been breaking down
some walls, and I really believe...
...that Rube's whole
throwing problem goes back...
...to a rather abrasive
little league coach.
because of some jerk-off
little league coach?
In layman's terms, yes.
And I want to ask you
if you could just be gentle with him.
See, Rube's psyche is far more delicate
than his rugged facade would indicate.
- You want me to give him my gentle speech?
- If you would be so kind.
And, Skipper, I want to
thank you for
making yourself accessible
to such an open dialogue.
You bet.
It's strong for your legs.
It'll be good for first base.
Balance yourself, Pops.
Now we're going to do jets.
Leap like a gazelle.
Let the ball get further across the plate,
further in on you.
and then hit the inside half
You can't help but hit it that way.
Why do I want to hit it into right field?
I mean, I'm a pull hitter.
I know you are.
and it won't be long
until every pitcher knows it, too.
All right, let's try again.
This time act like you give a sh*t.
- Hey, Rube
- Hey, Skip.
I've been wondering...
- You got any, uh, hidden skills?
- Hidden skills?
Yeah. Like if my car
wasn't running right,
could you take the
carburetor apart and fix it?
No. I don't know nothing
about carburetors.
How about if I bought you some lumber...
Could you make me a coffee table?
Uh, nope. Don't believe I could.
So your skills then lend themselves
primarily to baseball, we could say that?
Yeah, we could say that.
If another routine throw lands
15 rows in the grandstands,
I'm sending your ass home.
So you better make your throws, or
I suggest you invest in some how-to books
and find a fallback profession.
Understood?
Yes, sir.
Mitt.
give him the gentle speech.
That was it.
God...
if you can hear me,
Please... send me one real
baseball player.
That's all I ask.
And if you can't grant
me that, then, well...
you might as well just
strike me dead.
Right here and now.
- God?
- No.
- Moses?
- No, but you're getting warm.
Cerrano.
Hello, Gus.
- Jesus Christ...
- Be careful now.
You scared me to death.
You mean when you realized
God is black?
I thought
she was white.
I must've been out a long time
if it's Halloween already.
What's your point?
Pedro Cerrano, the original Voodoo Man
from Mars, dropped out of baseball
to find whatever the hell
it was he lost. Maybe his mind.
Anyway, he's back with
a new piece of lumber.
Let's see if he remembers
how to swing it.
How about that? Cerrano must have
bumped into the God of all line drives.
He just hit a bullet down
the left field line.
2 runs score, and the Buzz
put one in the win column.
They're on a roll now, baby.
double play... 4 to 6 to 3.
Hey, and not a punch was thrown,
not a drop of blood spilled.
All right, Pops, nice stretch.
Nothing like a little brotherly love.
So the Buzz win their
third in a row.
Oh, my.
Cerrano.
S, Gus, what?
- Is that who I think it is?
- Jess Cristo. Tanaka.
Did your part to beautify America.
I see you've got it made in the shade.
Piece of brain?
"Peace of mind".
Basically, yeah.
What does your inner voice tell you?
Sounds like Taka needs vacation.
I got just the thing. Come on.
Watch your step.
Taka Tanaka, like Cerrano,
left baseball for a while.
Here's the windup and
the pitch to Tanaka.
He swings and lines
Tanaka hit that one
right on the screw.
Holy Crap-ola, the Buzz just
pulled off a double steal.
Either someone got
their signals crossed,
or this is starting to look
like a baseball team.
What the hell is that?
What's he doing?
I think that's a... a curtsy?
Lance Pere is curtsying
to the crowd.
He's blowing kisses and curtsying.
This must go back to
his days as a balladeer.
- He was a singer?
- Dancer.
Now batting, Carlos Liston!
Baltimore Orioles 8,
Minnesota Twins 0!
Coach, you're doing a fine job,
a real fine job.
Get your heads in the game, ok?
Put the magazines away.
Put the phones away. Bye, mom!
Pick 'em up, Carlos.
Get a hold of one now.
18 million over 3 seasons, and he doesn't
even wave the bat at the ball?!
What?
Thought you'd like to know, the Buzz won
again. That puts them in second place.
Really? Well, maybe I'll take
a trip down there,
watch somebody who's
interested in playing baseball.
The next game is not until Thursday.
They've got 2 days off.
Hey, Gus. Hey, I knew you could
turn that bunch into a ball team.
The first couple of weeks were pretty rough,
but we're starting to come together.
Gus, look, you've got a couple of days off.
Why don't you hop on a plane,
come up here, and let me
wine and dine you Minnesota style?
I can't. I promised Maggie I'd spend the
next couple of days off up there with her.
All expenses paid. First-class trip
to Minneapolis. In fact,
my assistant is calling the hotel as we
speak and booking the presidential suite.
I don't know Rog... by the time we get there
we got to turn around and come back.
I'll send my jet for you. Very sexy.
Nice vacation for you and Maggie.
- Lear jet.
- Ok. Ok, you're on.
So, um... what's
the deal with Carlos?
Well, Carlos is in a love fest...
with Carlos.
What about the rest
of your team?
Well, one of them wants to be
traded to New York,
so he can get a little
more press coverage.
My center fielder is threatening to quit
'cause he wants to become a male model.
And my shortstop and second baseman
aren't speaking
because one of them's got a
bigger shoe contract than the other,
and they haven't turned a
double play in over a month.
So, out of your 25 players, baseball is
a primary concern for how many?
Maybe.
Oh God, I love this team.
What? I like it.
Well, I'll tell you this,
alright, if I had a good short reliever,
I could turn this team around.
In his wildest dreams.
- What's that?
- Nothing.
- No, no. Come on, go ahead.
- Gus...
I'm just saying that a short reliever
is not going to solve your problems.
Why's that?
You got no unity. It's every man for
himself. Nobody's playing for the team.
Well, that's right. We got a few bad eggs
who are spoiling it for everyone else.
Well, you see, when you
have major talent,
you get major personalities.
Maybe you got too much talent
and not enough team.
See, this game is about 9 guys
working as one.
They don't have to be the best
9 guys who ever lived.
They just got to work together.
Oh, that's sweet. That really is.
That's... that's so sweet.
"9 guys working together as one".
Come on, everyone. Ohmm...
Rah, rah, rah. I love it!
I do, I love that, but...
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