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Major League II Page #5
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- Year:
- 1994
- 105 min
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or a spiritual thing...
or a psychological thing!
Or a heart attack!
Who used heart attack?
Me.
Hey!
Doctors say I got
to take some time off,
so I want you to manage the team
for the rest of the year.
You got to be kidding, Lou.
I don't have any experience
managing.
Ah, you're one of the smartest players
I ever coached.
Guys all look up to you.
Tell Dorn
you'll take the job.
Look on
the bright side-
things couldn't get
anyworse.
Hey, guys.
I got some good news
for you.
This morning
at 9:
10 a. m...I activated myself.
What you doin'? Schoup.
Hey.
What is this?
Que es eso?
Buddha, samurai, OK.
Peaceful inside.
Outside, warrior.
I love you, man.
I love you too much.
You know,
you have no...
you have no...
marbles!
Marbles?
Marbles! You have no marbles!
Hey, relax.
Marbles?
Marbles!
Hello, Tribe fans.
Welcome back
sort of.
Paid attendance today is...
1,412.
Some of them
were driven away
by that little 10-run 1st inning
the Red Sox put up.
Take over, Monte.
I'm in the bag.
Me?
Fly ball...
caught.
a doubleheader.
Let's get going.
Come on, let's get something started.
It's okay, Pedro.
The guy made a great play.
Tough luck, man.
Come on. Look alive.
Uh-uh-uh, Vaughn,
shouldn't you get
to the bull pen?
Right now?
Yeah.
There's still somebody
in the bleachers.
Who cares?
Go on. Get out there.
Fan:
Hey, Vile Thing!You didn't think I'd abandon you,
did you, Vaughn?
You human piece
of cow flop!
You big steaming pile
of mastodon dung!
Bring out
the pooper-scooper!
You bush-league,
no-talent,
flash-in-the-pan
choke artist!
Huh?
Hey, where you going, Vaughn?
Huh? You looking
for your Terminator?
Yeah, you go back
in there, Vaughn.
Hey, didn't I say
go to the bull pen?
We're down by 10 runs.
You can still
get some work in.
I've had enough
of that maniac out there.
Ow!
Time!
Ball hit him!
First base!
Hayes,
go run for Rube.
My leg's hurtin'.
I'll run.
Rube's hurting worse than you.
Now get in there.
Gutless wonder
doesn't have to pitch.
Why should I have to run?
Who you calling a gutless wonder,
tin man?
I got a genuine
leg injury here, pal.
That limp's the best acting
you've done all year.
At least I don't have
some cover girl
dragging me around
by myjohnson.
What are you guys doing?
This isn't nice.
Don't touch me. Don't-
I'll show you a fight.
Come on!
I'll take on
the whole team!
You don't know
how to fight!
You wusses!
Wake up, Harry.
Look.
My God...
Good news, fans.
The Indians are showing
signs of life
for the first time
in weeks.
In fact,
they appear to be
beating the crap
out of each other.
It looks like
Willie Hayes
is trying to hit
RickVaughn.
And why not? Everybody else
in the league does.
He swings and misses.
It looks like Vaughn's
carrying his left a little low.
This could hurt him
in the later rounds.
So, what do we do?
Toss 'em, I guess.
The whole team?
Yeah.
Alright,
you're outta here!
All of ya!
Well, it's not broken,
But you'll have to stay off it
for a couple days.
Lucky son of a gun.
At least you ain't
got to hang around
to play the second game,
right?
Hey, Willie.
Willie!
I can't believe
you said that.
Sh*t!
I talked
to a downtown boy
in the bleachers
the other day.
He said the most grass
he's seen in his whole life
is the patch we play on
every day.
We're in the goldarn
major leagues, boys.
I don't know about you, but I've waited
mywhole life to get here.
And I'll be damned
if I'm going to act
like my best pig died
just because we ain't doin' so good.
I love to play baseball,
and I'll bet somewhere along
the liney'all did, too.
I'm ready to play ball
if you need me.
My dad figured I wouldn't
amount to much
except... well, I never
came up with anything,
but I can play ball
a little,
and playing ball
is better
than what most people
do for a living.
Just put me in someplace.
Bottom of the 9th,
Cleveland down 1-0.
Nowbatting... number 11,
Rube Baker.
Baker at the plate.
He's 0 for...
I don't know.
Who cares?
The pitch...
Baker swings and sends
Rapp up with it,
fires to first,
with a head-first slide.
So the Indians
have a runner.
I think
I'll wet my pants.
Way to hustle,
Rube!
Let me run for him.
You sure?
And Taylor is going
to send in Hayes to run.
Thanks. Thanks, dude.
Went to see his movie,
but it was only out two hours.
I was told, however,
that it was in focus.
Hayes getting his lead.
Canatella checks him...
and Hayes is going.
Here's the throw.
He slides...
He's safe!
Yes!
Hayes steals second.
Glad to see he remembered
where it was.
Hayes out to a good lead
at second.
Canatella comes set.
Pick-off play-
Hayes takes off!.
He's going for third!
He's in there!
Hayes is beginning to look
like the player of old,
and the Indians have
something going here.
Canatella up
on the rubber again
as Hayes gets
a walking lead.
Canatella winds...
Hayes is going
to steal home!
He's safe!
So Hayes has stolen three in a row
to tie the game.
Mr. Larceny is back.
Nnn...
Jake,
Cerrano
wants to bat.
OK.
Get in there.
Go, Pedro!
Hey, Willie.
Nowbatting... number 13,
Pedro Cerrano.
Cerrano's going
to pinch-hit here,
and he's not taking
any practice swings.
or he's afraid he might
kill some gnats.
Hey, Pedro,
how you doing?
Shut up.
Canatella delivers.
Cerrano swings,
and it's a long drive
to deep left field,
way back.
Packer to the wall...
This ball is...
Gone!
And the Indians
finallywin one!
Oh, well.
It's only one win.
Even they
can't lose them all.
Listen, Meg,
I'm thinking of coming to L.A.
I don't know if Rick and I
are good for each other right now.
The team's
showing some life,
but his E.R.A's over 6,
and he can't get it
back on track.
It's depressing.
Serious with Vaughn?
He's a lot offun,
but I need someone
with a little more class.
My shrinkwas sick.
Meg, I'll call you back.
Hey.
You know, Ricky,
breaking up
with a girlfriend
can be a very
painful thing,
but it don't have to
keep you down for long.
Let me tell you something
from my own personal experience.
I- I never had a regular
girlfriend like you,
but I did get kicked
in the balls once by a mule.
Now, I thought I'd be hurting
for the rest of my life.
But you know what happened
the very next week?
What?
My mama died.
Hell, after that, I didn't care
no more about my balls hurtin'.
You see what
I'm getting at?
Alright.
Who led the Confederate forces
in the battle
of Gettysburg?
Wild Thing!
Can I talk to you
for a second?
Excuse me.
What are you doing here?
I was wondering if you wanted
to get a pizza.
I don't know.
Um, this is my last class.
But... now?
I don't know, Nikki.
Nothing I try
seems to work anymore.
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