The Sandlot Page #2

- But what?

But my glove...

it's busted.

Uh, see? Now I can't go.

Thanks, though.

It's okay.

I got an extra one.

Come on. Let's go.

Mom, I'm gonna go

play some ball!

I'll be back

in a little while.

Come on. Let's go.

- And I'm Babe Ruth.

- [Boys Chattering]

Listen. Ready?

Check this out.

[Muffled]

I'm the Great Bambino.

[Boys]

What?

- I'm the Great Bambino.

- [All] What?

I'm the Great Bambino.

[All]

Oh!

Who's that?

What?

[Scotty Narrating] I had no idea

who they were talking about.

- What did he say?

- What, were you born in a barn, man?

Yeah, what planet

are you from?

[Scotty Narrating] But there was

no way I could let them know.

You never heard

of the Sultan of Swat?

The Titan of Terror?

- The Colossus of Clout?

- The Colossus of Clout!

- The King of Crash, man.

- [Scotty Narrating] So I lied.

Oh, yeah, the Great Bambino.

Of course.

I thought you said,

"the Great Bambi."

That wimpy deer?

Yeah. I guess. Sorry.

Anyway, Scott, that's

Timmy and Tommy Timmons,

Mike "Squints"Palledorous,

Alan McClellan...

we call him Yeah-Yeah...

Bertram Grover Weeks,

Kenny DeNunez

and Hamilton Porter.

We call him Ham.

Guys, this is Scott Smalls.

Hi.

Yeah, um, well, he's gonna play with us

'cause he makes nine.

Now we've got a whole team. We're

wasting time. Let's go to the sandlot.

- Benny, it's 9:
00 in the morning.

- It's 9:
00.

- Why'd you bring him, Benny?

- 'Cause there's eight of us,

and he makes nine.

- Why'd you bring him, Benny?

- 'Cause there's eight of us,

and he makes nine.

Yeah, yeah, so would my sister,

but I didn't bring her.

With nine guys we've got

a whole team, Yeah-Yeah.

No. With Elswenger

we had a whole team.

- Elswenger could catch.

- And throw.

Come on, Benny, man.

He ain't game.

- You saw the way he threw.

- Yeah.

You already fill up all

the empty positions since

Elswenger moved to Arizona.

Right. And now I get to rotate

eight positions instead of seven.

- I need the practice, guys.

- You're the best on the team.

You don't need any practice.

- No, you don't.

- You're the best, man.

Come on, Benny, man.

The kid is...

a L-7 weenie.

Yeah, yeah.

Oscar Mayer even. Foot-long!

- Dodger dog! A weenie!

- [Boys Laughing]

What are you laughing at, Yeah-Yeah?

You run like a duck.

Okay, okay, but I'm... I'm...

- Part of the game, right?

- Mmm, yeah.

Now, how come

he don't get to be?

- 'Cause he's a geek, man.

- He can't catch.

Man, base up,

you blockheads.

Smalls, you take

left center, okay?

Okay. Um, where

exactly is that?

It's over there, man.

Here?

That's left.

I said left center.

Okay. Right.

Here?

Come on, Benny, man.

He's never gonna catch the ball anyway.

Let's just play.

- What a jerk.

- Yeah-Yeah, get two.

Come on!

Throw it in here, Bertram!

- Nice.

- Wow!

Good job!

- Hey, Smalls, throw it to second.

- Okay.

[Gasps]

- Come on, Benny.

He's never gonna catch it.

- He's not gonna catch it.

[Grunting]

Oh! I told you, Benny.

We told you.

[Dog Growling]

Come on, Benny.

Why'd you do that?

A square, Benny.

The kid's a square.

[Growling Continues]

Come on. Throw it in.

What the hell's he doing?

I don't believe this.

Here. Sorry. Sorry.

You can throw it, you know.

No.

I can't.

I don't know how.

Thanks for taking me here,

but I think I'd better go.

Hey, hey.

You think too much.

I bet you get straight A's

and sh*t, huh?

No, I got a "B" once.

Actually an A-minus.

But it should've been a "B."

Man, this is baseball.

You gotta stop thinking.

You just have fun.

I mean, if you were having fun,

you would've caught that ball.

You ever have

a paper route?

I helped a guy once.

Okay. Well, chuck it like

you would throw a paper.

When your arm gets here,

just let go.

Just let go.

It's that easy.

How do I catch it?

Just stand there and stick your glove

out in the air.

I'll take care of it.

About time, Benny.

My clothes are going out of style.

- They already are, Squints.

- Shut up!

I told you, Benny.

Smalls, throw it to second.

Okay.

[Groans]

- Not again.

- [Spits]

We're wasting time, Benny.

Please catch it.

Please catch it.

Please catch it.

Please catch it.

Yeah!

- All right!

- He's all right.

I told you so, man.

Okay.

- Let's play some ball.

- Yeah, let's play some ball.

All right.

I knew it... all the time.

Yeah!

[Dog Growling]

[Fence Rattling]

[Gasps]

I'll show you some more

tomorrow, okay?

- Okay. Bye.

- You did good.

See you later, Ham.

- 8:
00, Benny?

- Yeah. See you later, Smalls.

Bye. See you tomorrow.

Benny, wait!

- Your glove.

- Keep it, man.

Thanks!

Oh, yeah.

Hey, Smalls.

Um, bring a T-shirt

and jeans tomorrow, okay?

- Oh, um, you got a fireplace?

- Oh, yeah.

Yeah, why?

Throw that hat

in there, man.

Oh, yeah. You know,

it was the only one I had.

Not anymore.

Wear my old hat.

Thanks, Benny.

Great. 8:
00.

Mom, guess what?

- Hamilton "The Babe" Porter.

- [Chuckles]

"Long-ball" Porter.

Come on, DeNunez.

[All Laughing, Taunting]

Yeah, okay.

Yes, I see it. Yes.

[Boys Shouting]

- Whoa!

- [Boys Laughing]

You call that pitching?

This is baseball,

not tennis.

- Give him a tennis racket.

- Give me something to hit.

All right, Ham.

This is my heater.

- I dare you to hit it.

- You'll be sorry.

- Give that boy a bigger bat.

- You want the heater,

I'll give it to you.

Give him a basketball.

Maybe then he'll hit it.

- [Clattering]

- Oh, man!

Yeah!

That's how you do it.

Ham, you idiot.

Now we can't play no more.

Great, you idiot!

Hit me with the heater.

Stupid idiot!

Low and outside.

Just like I like it.

I'm gonna hit you!

- Wait a sec. I'll get it.

- [Ham] 1932 called shot

World Series by The Babe.

Called shot by the Babe.

No!

[All]

No!

[Boys Shouting]

- Smalls, come back!

- Hey guys, I'll get it!

- Smalls!

- Smalls!

- What are you doing?

- Smalls, wait!

- Guys, what are you...

- [All] Smalls!

Get off!

Guys, I gotta get the ball!

- No, wait!

- Get off of me! Now!

- You're gonna get yourself killed!

- Killed, man, jeez!

Stop!

Holy crap,

you could've been killed.

Yeah, yeah, truly.

What are you doing?

You guys were leaving,

so I just thought I'd hop the fence...

- If you were thinking, you

wouldn't have thought that.

- You can't go back there.

- Then how do we get the ball back?

- We don't.

- We don't.

- It's history.

- It's history. Kiss it...

- Kiss it good-bye. Shut up, Tommy.

It's gone, man. Gone.

Game's over, man.

We'll just get another ball tomorrow.

- Yeah.

- We'll never see it again.

Why not?

[All]

The Beast.

What is that?

Smalls, listen to me.

Go to that fence... real slow,

and be quiet.

- But... l-I think...

- No, no, no. No, no.

- Just go and peek through that hole.

- But l...

- But I saw something. What's back there?

- It's okay. Just go.

- Just go.

- Go, Smalls.

Come on, Smalls.

[All]

Shh!

[Boys Whispering]

Shh!

- Shh!

- Be quiet.

- [Growling]

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