The Bad News Bears Page #4

When you weren't

saving people's lives...

you were sitting around

the apartment drunk.

Then you just split.

You made my mother sick.

She wanted to marry you.

Boy, was she dumb.

Your mother and I didn't

get along too well, Amanda.

I liked her very much though.

I still do, as a matter of fact.

I'm just not the marrying kind.

But I guess I handled it badly, huh?

- You handled it like sh*t!

- Don't use that kind of language...

- You handled it like sh*t!

- Don't use that kind of language...

Don't tell me what kind

of language I can use.

If you're gonna talk that way...

You're not my father, and I ain't

playing baseball for you anymore.

So why don't you get back

into that sardine can...

and go vacuum the bottom

of the Pacific Ocean?

I've got business. You're blocking

my customers with your car.

All right, boys. Let's go.

Up. Everybody up.

Practice. Come on!

All right, all right.

I'm an a**hole.

Go ahead and yell.

Get it off your chests.

I deserve it.

We really appreciate these

new uniforms, Buttermaker...

but we're not going to be

needing them anymore.

We've been taking a lot of razzing

in school about opening day, and...

And they were laughing at us,

picking on us.

Anyway, we took a vote

and decided that we'd quit.

What the hell happened

to you, Tanner?

Tanner got into a fight

because of it.

Who with?

- The seventh grade.

- What?

The seventh grade.

You took on

the whole seventh grade?

You want to quit, Tanner?

Crud, no.

I want to play ball.

I can understand

how you guys feel.

I haven't been

much of a manager...

or much of anything else,

for that matter.

And I'm sorry.

But this quitting thing, it's a hard

habit to break once you start.

You're a damn

good bunch of boys.

You probably deserved

a lot better than me...

but we're stuck

with each other.

Jimmy, grab a bat.

Engelberry, get your gear on,

get behind home plate.

- What for?

- We need to practice.

But we disbanded the team.

- We took a vote.

- Goddamn it!

Nobody's vote counts

around here but mine!

Get your gear, and get your fat ass

to the plate before I kick it there.

The rest of you pansy-ass quitters,

move your asses...

before I kick them all

up there into position!

We got a game with

the Athletics next Wednesday...

and that means

only one thing...

bad news for the Athletics!

You're dragging

your right foot, Jimmy.

You got to plant it.

Here, I'll show you.

Right here. Just plant it.

Make sure it stays there.

Let's look alive out there.

Let's look alive.

Way to go, Jimmy!

Good hit!

Way to go!

No, Tanner, no!

Everybody watch this.

You get down on your left knee

so that if you miss the ball...

it hits your body,

you still make the play.

Up, everybody.

All right, Engelberry,

hit it again.

That's the way to do it!

You see how easy it is?

You see how simple that is?

Just get down on your left knee.

You miss the ball, you can still

make the play. Understand?

Okay, let's do it again.

A busted bat

and a long fly ball...

Any day now

Durocher will call!

Sh*t!

Any second now, Ogilvie,

heart attack time.

I'll send flowers

to your funeral.

Must have sustenance.

Couldn't you at least

have unwrapped it?

I got it! I got it!

Good move!

Butterworth.

Hello, Roy.

What's your boys

doing out in the field?

Getting ready for a game

with the Athletics.

Haven't you heard?

Councilman Whitewood told the league

committee he's calling it quits.

He is. We aren't.

What are you, one of those

sadists or something?

Didn't those kids take enough

of a beating opening day?

- What the hell you trying to do?

- Win the pennant.

This schedule says that on the last

day of the season, June 19th...

the two best teams

play for a title.

We intend to be

one of those teams.

Be a lot of fun

if you were the other.

Two hands, Engelberg!

Two hands!

Guys, I want to see some

hard-nosed play out there.

Now, everybody,

once more with feeling.

First base! Second base!

Do we have to do that one?

It's so corny.

Listen to me.

Once more with feeling.

First base! Second base!

Third base! Home!

Around them bases

we shall roam!

Come on, batter!

Check the big play!

Batter can't hit!

Batter, swing!

Ball four!

Take your base.

Go home! Home!

Here! Home!

Go home!

All the way home!

Out!

Crud!

Come on! Catch it!

Who do we appreciate?

Bears! Bears!

All right, come on, guys.

Lighten up.

We finished

the whole game, didn't we?

Tanner almost got a base hit

in the fourth inning.

Matter of fact,

I thought you were safe.

- Rome wasn't built in a day.

- It took several hundred years.

We lost 18 to nothing, and

the Athletics are the worst team.

- Second worst.

- Sorry, I forgot.

Snap out of it! Nobody said

it was going to be easy.

Don't look so glum.

Well, we committed 24 errors.

Their pitcher threw a no-hitter.

But there is some good news.

Two of our runners almost

managed to get to first base...

and we did hit 17 foul balls.

That's the spirit!

Come on, guys!

Cokes and hot dogs on me.

This way.

- I said I wasn't interested.

- There's nothing to be afraid of.

I'm not afraid. I'm just through

with all that tomboy stuff.

Baseball's not tomboy stuff. It's

your country's national pastime.

It's a lot healthier than sitting

here on a stupid street corner...

selling dumb maps

to a bunch of ignorant hicks.

Look at that gut on you.

I beg your pardon.

There isn't an ounce of fat on me.

There will be if you keep

sitting around here.

- This is sure a lousy job you got.

- It ain't lousy.

Half the state of Iowa came by

last week. Cleared 85 bucks.

Bet it's more than you make.

- You saving any of that money?

- Of course I am.

What are you going

to do with it?

I'm going to get braces.

I'm going to be taking

ballet lessons pretty soon.

I'm going to be a model.

Well, now we're

getting somewhere.

Tell you what.

You come and pitch

a few games for us...

I'll pay for the modeling thing

and the ballet lessons.

Can't do anything about the braces

'cause that's big money.

Buttermaker, you're so dumb.

Those boys aren't rough.

You won't get hurt.

That's got nothing

to do with it.

I'm almost 12, and I'll...

I'll be getting a bra soon.

Well, maybe in a year or so.

I can't be playing

no dumb baseball.

You're right.

You're absolutely right.

You're turning into

a regular little lady.

It was a dumb idea anyway.

I mean, you wouldn't have

helped the team much.

You were great

when you were nine...

but girls reach their peak

athletically about that age.

Probably haven't picked up

a ball in two years anyway.

Give my love to your mom.

Don't be such a stranger.

- Hey, Boilermaker.

- Yeah?

Got my curve breaking 21/2 feet.

Then you have been

practicing, huh?

But don't give me no baloney about

a curve breaking 21/2 feet, though.

For how much?

- Ten bucks.

- Make it 20.

We got a bet.

I thought we were going

to see some curves.

Okay, the next one's coming

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