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Clips from Damn Yankees

"You're out. Out. You're nuts. He's nuts."
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"Back home in Hannable, we had heat over a hundred, lots of times."
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"Okay. So Halbrick, don't try to murder it. Just slip one through the infield."
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"Slide. You're out."
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"Is Washington winning dear? No. Those Damn Yankees."
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"Come onsmokey. I can count on you."
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"Nasper Miles tried to fry an egg on"
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"the sidewalk in front of his drug store once."
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"Good ol' Smokey. He got a hit."
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"In Hanible they were always saying cool air was on it's way from Canada."
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"I certainly don't see any sign of it here. Do you?"
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"Do ya?"
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"Do I what? See any sign of cool air?"
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"What! You're blind ump. You're blind."
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"See any sign of what, dear? Oh, never mind."
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"It wasn't important."
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"When we met in 1938. I was november."
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"When I said that I would be his mate. I was December."
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"I reasoned he would be the greatest husband that a girl had ever found."
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"That's what I reasoned. That's what I reasoned."
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"Then April rolled around. Strike 3, ball 4. Walk the run will tie the score."
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"Your blind, ump. Your blind, ump. You must be out of your mind, ump."
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"6 months out of every year. I might as well be made of stone."
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"6 months out of every year, When I'm with him. I'm alone."
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"6 months out of every year. When I cook for them, it never pays."
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"Instead of praising my Goulash. They're just praising the plays of Willie Mays."
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"He out. He's safe. He out. He's safe. Fly ball,double play, Yankees win again today! Those damn Yankees, Why can't we beat 'em? He's out, He's safe, he's out, he's safe, he's out, he's safe, he's out!"
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"Strike 3, ball 4. Walk the run will tie the score. Six months out of every year, I might as well be wearing crepe. Life is just an awful bore, from which I find no escape."
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"April, May, June, July, August, and September. Six months out of every year. Your blind ump."
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"Don't try to murder it. Just slip one through the infield."
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"The ball's in the dirt, and he swings."
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"If we had one long ball hitter. Just one!"
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"Honestly Joe. You're gonna get yourself a heart attack if you keep this up."
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"Or at least ulcers. Wham!"
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"Oh Joe. My friends sister and Doris. They like baseball."
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"But they don't suffer so."
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"Well, I'm going to bed. I've got the bridge club tomorrow."
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"Good night. Yeah. Sure. I mean, Good night."
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"Good night old girl."
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"Wham! One long ball hitter. That's what we need."
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"I'd sell my soul, for one long ball hitter."
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"Good evening. Who are you?"
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"A man who agrees with you. Agrees?"
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"One long ball hitter. That's what the team needs."
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"You're right about that. You live around here?"
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"My name is Applegate. And I think we have something in common."
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"A love of the national game. You bet. You bet."
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"Care to sit down?"
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"Thank you."
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"You don't like to see the Senators in 7th place? Well, they may pull together yet."
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"I'm here to make you a proposition."
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"Not only would you like to see Washington win a penant.... but your secret yearning all your life..."
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"Has been to be a baseball player yourself. I wasn't so bad in high school."
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"Not so bad? They were scouting you for Kansas City."
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"You still got your spiked shoes and your glove. They're up in your bedroom."
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"Who told you? Would you like to be the greatest basball player in all history?"
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"Ha Ha. Big joke. No joke."
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"You can be a great ball player. I can't even bend over and touch my toes."
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"Try it. Just for laughs."
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"What do ya know? Ha Ha Ha."
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"With my help..... a lot of things come easy."
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"Oh ah.... Do you smoke?"
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"Hey. How'd you pull that off? I'm handy with fire."
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"Who are you? I am quite a famous charackter, Mr. Boyd."
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"I have historical significance, too."
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"Well alright. If Meg's awake, alright."
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"Mr. I don't know what the gag is, but I...I mean what's the idea...I"
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"For heavens sake. Joe. My goodness, Talkin' to yourself."
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"So you finally flipped your lid. What are you doing out here talking to yourself, in the dark?"
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"Talking to who?"
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"That's a sign of old age, you know Joe. Talkling to yourself."
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"Is anything the matter? No I...I was just thinking about the game."
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"Oh, We went to the game yesterday. It was ladies day."
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"And I must say, The hot dogs out at the park aren't what they used to be."
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"I had the poorest hot dog yesterday, I ever had."
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"Is Meg still up? She went to bed, a while ago."
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"Well we'll see her at bridge club, tomorrow. We just came from our balet lesson."
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"They couldn't see you. No they couldn't."
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"An amusing little stunt. It was all the rage, in the middle ages."
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"I think the heats got me. You mean you really are...."
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"Can't believe it, huh. But, that's crazy."
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"It can't be. The world is full of crazy things."
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"Crazier every day. What are you doing here?"
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"Great events spring forth great men, Joe. They arise from nowhere."
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"They take command. That's history."
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"What are you talkling about?"
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"I have chosen you... the most dedicated partisan of the noble Washington Senators."
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"To be the hero, who leads them out of the wilderness, to championship."
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"The Senators are in 7th place. Your powerful bludgen and sparkling play..."
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"willl inspire the team to greatness."
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"We'lll call you Hardy. Joe Hardy."
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"You'll be 22 years old."
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"They'll put a new wing on that baseball museum at Cooperstown."
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"Dedicated to you. The hardy shrine."
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"What do you want me to do? Just leave everthing to me."
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"But my job, my wife."
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"This is a big operation. You can't let things like that stand in the way."
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"I just disappear, is that it? Very simple."
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"What happens after I stop being a baseball player. Then where would I be?"
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"Ha Ha Ha Ha. Well now, of course that's fairly well known."
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"Yes but I have.... After all...."
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"There's nothing unusual about it."
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"How do you suppose some of these politicians around town got started?"
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"And parking lot owners?"
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"But still if what they say..... Look."
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"I've got something to trade here."
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"I'm offereing you a chance to be what you've wanted to be all your life."
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"In my business, we have what you call... an escape clause."
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"This is not a real estate deal. If I don't like it, I ought to be able to get out."
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"Get out. I've got my wife to consider."
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"Alright, alright. I don't want to hear any more about your wife."
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"Wives. They cause me more trouble than the methodist church."
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"I'm trying to be understanding, but all this haggling..."
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"No. I won't do it. Alright. I'll give you a chance to get out."
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"Sure. In that case. On the...24th of September at midnight."
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"I wouldn't do it, but I don't want to have those Damn Yankees win."
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"You can say that again. It's a deal."
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"It is? Now the other hand."
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"That's all? Sure."
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"What were you expecting to do? Sign your name in blood or some phony stunt like that?"
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