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Clips from Damn Yankees

"Yeah? So what's on your mind, Mac?"
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"Applegate is my name.....uh.... My card sir."
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"I'm busy. See my secrertary. Mr. Van buren, um....."
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"I am a long time fan of the Washington Senators..... Listen Mac, I told you I'm busy."
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"And um, for some time now, I have been beating the bushes for talent."
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"And uh....This is my protege'. Young Joe Hartey."
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"Joe's quite a boy with a bat in his hands, and I'd like you to give him a trial."
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"Where you been playin', son?"
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"Oh um.....here and there. Where's here and there?"
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"Well if you just give me a chance Mr. Van Buren, just let me hit a few."
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"What have you got to lose?"
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"Smokey. He can hit the ball a country mile."
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"You want me Benny?"
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"Yeah. Take this boy down to the batting cage."
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"Gee thanks, Mr. Van Buren."
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"And I certainly hope I don't.... Tell buster to throw him a few."
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"Sure thing. Let's go, Mac."
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"Just a minute. Where do you think your going?"
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"Well, my potege may need my advice. Buster will give him all the advice he needs."
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"If you want to watch, go out in the stands. The field is for ball players."
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"You don't mind, do you? Love it Mac. Just love it."
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"Are you coming my attractive friend?"
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"Well, I'll look. But nothing will happen."
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"You want to bet?"
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"Hey I can't....I can't get these on. Here buddy. Try these."
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"Gee thanks."
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"What's the idea, that your boy can't get his shoes on?"
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"Ah....ha ha ha. It's my fault. ah..."
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"An oversight. Boys grow bigger these days."
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"What are you talking about? Have you got a good seat?"
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"Of course not. Can't trust qany newspaper women."
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"But what am I gonna do?"
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"Not bad."
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"I just can't believe the kid is as good as all that. How could he be?"
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"Where would he have been keeping himself?"
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"Henry. Yes Benny. Go out and tell Buster to throw hard."
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"He is throwing hard. Can't you hear him grunt?"
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"Well go out there and tell him to bear down. Sure Benny."
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"Battin' practice is one thing. But how does he do in a game, huh?"
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"He's got a nice swing."
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"Over the fence."
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"Just luck. This is costin' the club money."
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"Hey kid. Yeah you. Come here."
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"What did you say your name was? Joe uh.... Yes sir, Joe. Joe Harty."
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"Well you hit the ball pretty good. Thanks."
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"How's your fielding? I don't know."
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"You don't know."
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"Well I mean.. I meant my manager was suppose to be around here some.... You want me, Joe?"
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"Well, yeah Mr. Applegate. They uh...they want me to field some."
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"Well Joe. Go ahead boy. You can do anything. You know that."
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"How do you like my boy, Mr. Van Buren? Not bad."
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"Not bad? Did he kiss that horsehide right out of the park."
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"Did he get the fat end of the bat on that pill? Bye bye baby. How about that."
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"Hey. Who's up there? Mel Allen?"
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"Hey. He's got an arm. Got an arm? He's got an arm like a canon."
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"What's the story on this kid? You saw the way he was hittin' em, didn't you?"
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"Over the garden wall. At a boy, Joe. Rifle it home boy. Rifle it home."
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"Where's he come from? His name is Joe Harty."
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"Who's he been playing for? He weighs 193 pounds and he chews juicy fruit.."
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"You're a big help."
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"Never played on anything but sand lot ball, huh? Where abouts?"
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"Uh.... Out west."
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"Yeah the uh...the midwest. Uh...Hannibal. Hannibal Missouri."
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"Is that your home town?"
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"Uh...Yeah. That's it. Boy it uh,,, It sure gets hot there sometimes."
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"We just sit around and wait for that cold air to come down from Canada."
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"Well, you do pretty good. Gee thanks."
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"I think we might give you a contract. Send you out on one of our farm clubs,"
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"For a little seasoning. Seasoning?"
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"That's rediculous. How about it, kid?"
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"Uh....No no. I don't think so. What dio ya mean?"
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"Well uh...I um... I haven't got time."
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"Time? Baseball's in a rut."
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"If Babe Ruth came here looking for a chance, you would send him to Little Rock for 3 years."
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"Alright Joe. Come on. We'll go where we'll be appreciated."
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"Gee, Mr. Van Buren. Give me one more chance, will you?"
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"I love the Senators. So do I, and there's only a few of us left."
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"Get your bat."
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"Buster."
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"More seasoning huh? The ball's only going for a 600 foot ride."
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"That's the longest ball I ever saw in my life."
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"I swallowed my chewing tobacco."
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"I just can't believe it. Where would he have been all these years."
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"Okay! You win. Get a uniform! You mean it! I mean it!"
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"Wow! I made it! Ha ha. Oh man oh man!"
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"Hey Mr. Applegate. How can I ever thank you?"
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"Ill find some way. Ha."
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"Your attention please."
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"Now coming in to bat for Sahoobick.... Number 2....Joe Hardy."
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"Thnere he comes now. That's the kid I wrote the story about."
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"Wow!"
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"What a belt. Clean over the fence."
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"I told you that guy looked good when he first come up to bat."
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"It's just too good to be true, Mr. Welch."
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"In practice he was terrific. Well, I said to myself...."
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"He'll choke up when he gets in a game."
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"Ha. He belts 2 out of the ball park. Well, let's do anything we can to make him happy."
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"Let's get a lot of publicity. No no. No not yet, huh."
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"He seems to be afraid of reporters. Afraid? Yeah."
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"I showed him that cute story, Gloria Thorpe did yesterday"
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"about his shoes, and I swear he turned pale."
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"She's down there now trying to get a follow up on it, but Joe's ducking her."
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"Oh."
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"He's a strange boy Mr. Welsh. Very strange."
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"What's Joe trying to do, anyway?"
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"Avoid me? Oh no Miss Thorpe. He wouldn't do that."
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"Well... Didn't he like that stuff I wrote yesterday."
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"Hey. You guys would go for that, wouldn't you? Anytime, lady."
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"Tell me. What's he like, really? He takes it serious."
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"Oh. Dedicated Dan huh? Huh?"
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"Wait a minute. I got it. Showless Joe Hardy."
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"Is that what you're gonna call him? It's what everybody's gonna call him."
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"Shoeless Joe, huh? That's pretty good."
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"I'll help ya celebrate, boys."
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"Now, what's the gag? Let's make Joe famous."
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"Sure. I'm willin'. Okay. How do we make him famous?"
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"Shoeless Joe from Hannable Mo. Shoeless Joe from Hannable Mo."
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"A little hoe down. In honor of our new star."
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"Shoeless Joe from Hannable Mo. What did you say his name was?"
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"Shoeless Joe from Hannable Mo. Shae gonna call him Shoeless Joe."
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