Major League: Back to the Minors Page #4
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1998
- 100 min
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...you're just going to have to
trust me on this...
- You don't know what you're talking about.
- Is that so?
This might be a good time
to get the check.
Yeah, that most definitely is so.
See, let me explain, ok?
There are 2 kinds of baseball, right?
There's big league...
and then there's little league.
And you, my friend...
you are in the latter.
like a challenge.
Well if you're foolhardy enough
to take it as one, yeah, it is.
Any hour, any day, any week, my guys
will be on the field ready to go.
Waiter?
the same field as my Twins?
- Is there an echo in this room?
- Let me tell you something.
- Don't poke me.
- If you had the first idea...
I said don't poke me.
In fact, if you had any idea of what...
I told you not to poke me,
you loudmouth moron!
You're breaking my finger!
One minute, you're telling me about
the new, improved, responsible Gus Cantrell
And the next thing I know you're
rolling across a barroom floor
punching, kicking and biting.
I didn't bite him.
Besides, it wasn't my fault.
- It wasn't your fault?
- No. Huff asked me to hit him.
That's funny. I don't remember hearing
him request a punch in the nose.
It's, like, a secret guy language.
their finger more than once,
they're saying,
"come on and hit me."
"A secret guy language".
I mean, I knew about the handshake
and the decoder ring,
but the "language" thing
is new to me.
Hello?
Yeah, he's right here.
It's Roger.
Listen, Rog, I'm really sorry...
Right now?
Okay.
Okay.
On my way.
Good morning, Sir Guv'ner.
Follow me, please.
No, that sounds great.
I think that'll work out great.
- Behind you all the way, sir.
- Thank you.
I'll tell him you said that.
- Ok, gotta go. Talk to ya. Bye-bye.
- Are you out of your mind?
You know, you are the fifth person
this morning to ask me that question.
We can't play the Twins.
You said 9 players
playing together...
I know what I said, damn it.
Don't throw it back at me.
- You don't believe it?
- Well, of course I believe it. It's...
- Coffee, sir?
- Yeah.
Um, I just wanted to say that, uh,
on behalf of the entire restaurant staff:
Go Buzz. Kick ass.
Thanks.
By the way, that was Huff
on the phone just now.
He thinks you're
going to back out.
He said that?
Yeah. Blowin' smoke out of your butt.
Those were his words.
"Gutless"? I think he said "gutless".
He... I forgot how he used it.
Sounds like a good way to put
some butts in the seats, huh?
Do you really think selling tickets
is my sole motivation?
Ok, maybe it is, but nevertheless,
It's great opportunity for your boys
to see The Show up close, personal.
Gus, come on.
It's... it's dicey.
Why don't you ask your team
what they wanna do?
- Huff's finger broken?
- Fractured.
Give me 24 hours.
Let me talk to my team.
You're the man.
Hello?
Yeah, it's for real.
- It's been a while.
- Well, one thing never changes.
- What's that?
- Butterflies.
What a decade to quit drinking.
Like I said before,
the charges were dropped.
What about your alleged quote:
"Carlos Liston is so big,
he's becoming a religion"?
Yeah, honey, I said it.
You got a problem with it?
What exactly does it mean?
It means that people
think of Carlos Liston.
Carlos is on the
minds of people.
They wish to pay him respect because
they know him to be a superior man.
Does anyone besides Carlos Liston
worship at the shrine of Carlos Liston?
Or is it a one-man congregation?
Thou shall not make fun of Carlos,
or thou will get thou's ass whipped.
Carlos Liston, resident madman
and cleanup hitter.
I have to pitch to him?
Yeah, just remember one thing.
Carlos is a little bit like a mad dog.
Mad dog?
If he smells fear,
he goes into attack mode.
- So no matter what you do...
- ...don't let him know that you are scared.
- I gotta use the bathroom.
- Use the mound. Stake out your territory.
Gentlemen...
This is not a should-win or
want-to-win situation.
This is every 8-year-old's dream. Playing
a big league game in a big league park.
This is a must-win situation!
Play as well as you can.
I want you
to humiliate, brutalize!
Don't force. Don't push, huh?
Beat them into submission!
Let's stay loose.
Let's have some fun.
Come on, guys.
What do you say?
He struck him out swinging and the
Hawkster is bringing the heat,
throwin' gas, tossin' aspirins,
blowin' smoke, zingin' BBs,
firing missiles, zipping darts,
threading the needle.
Let's see if my colleague in the booth
here has anything to add.
Nope, guess not.
Throw! Make your throw!
Taka slides safely into first base.
"Beautiful and daring"... the
only words to describe that play.
Wouldn't you say
"beautiful and daring"?
Well, my colleague,
a little bashful, concurs.
And this buzz team has come to play ball.
There's no bout-a-doubt it.
Aw, that a baby.
Mine! Mine!
Keep it up! Keep it up!
Nice, nice, nice. Love to your mother.
Hey, hey, Gussy. Whoo!
Who the man now? Who the man?
Adams broke up
the double play.
Could have been called for
unnecessary roughness on that one.
And that brings Carlos
Liston to the plate.
He's been crowding the plate,
forcing you to throw into his power.
You better give him
a little chin music.
You want me to
throw at Carlos Liston?
He'll hate you tonight, but
he'll respect you in the morning.
What do I do if he
comes out here after me?
Just...
Climbing the center field wall
wouldn't be a bad idea.
Just calming the kid down. Probably telling
him to keep the ball down and away.
Liston's getting up.
He doesn't appear to be hurt.
And he doesn't appear to be happy.
Oh, right now would be a good time
to get Hog measured for a casket.
What's up?
Now, I know you ain't
throwing at Carlos Liston,
cause anyone dumb enough
to throw at Carlos
wouldn't be smart enough
to find their way to the park.
And you're here,
so you ain't that dumb.
moisture on the ball,
and it slipped
out of my hand.
- Moisture?
- Dew. A little dew.
Yeah, well, you get that close
to Mr. Liston again,
dew or no dew,
and I'll come back out here and
beat you into the ground with that bat.
You got that?
Yes, sir. Yeah, I got it.
It's no problem.
There's a routine fly ball
hit to left field.
Oh, the wind's got this baby.
Takin' it back toward the wall...
the wind's gonna carry this one
over the fence for a home run.
there is no wind.
We're in a dome.
An enclosed environment.
There's no rain either,
in case you were wondering.
Oh, well, excuse me for
having an opinion, pal.
- Hey, what's that over there?
- Where?
You did that on purpose.
- Oh, my!
- My notes. My scorecard.
- It was a complete accident. I'm... I'm...
- My pants...
Here, here, here's a 20.
Some people say Downtown
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