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Clips from Major League (1989)

"I'm not about to take his shit."
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"Shut up, Dorn."
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"Save all that energy for the field."
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"Got a long way to go before the season's over."
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"Hey, forget about Dorn. We got other things to do."
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"Like what?"
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"Like packing for Cleveland."
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"I never heard of most of 'em."
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"There's the pitch."
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"Whoo! Oh, boy! Oh, you really got a hold of that one."
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"Yeah. What was that, a slider?"
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"It was out of here."
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"Oh, we'll need a few minutes more, please."
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"I look like a banker in this."
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"They got chilidogs over there?"
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"Forget it, I'll order. Let's have a toast."
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"And for me,"
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"What is it, the chick?"
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"I mean, she would have been, if I hadn't messed it up."
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"Who's that guy she's with?"
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"I don't know. He's not wearing a name tag."
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"You want me to drag him out of here, kick the shit out of him?"
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"Miss Westland, there's a telephone call for you at the desk."
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"- Jake Taylor? - Uh-huh."
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"Oh, just a hunch."
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"I took you there when you got your master's degree, remember?"
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"Aren't you supposed to be in Mexico somewhere?"
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"Well, I'm playing with the Indians again. Back in the bigs."
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"Well, that's great. That's great, Jake. I'm happy for you."
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"Lynn, I don't think he's gonna buy the phone bit now."
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"Wait a minute. I need your number."
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"I tried calling you at home, but you're not listed."
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"My life is different from when you knew me, Jake."
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"- What is he, an accountant? - Attorney."
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"I'm not leaving till you give me your number."
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"All right. It's 555-1934."
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"Thank you."
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"Lynn."
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"I'm back. I'm gonna be around."
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"Relax, kid. We got 162 of these games to go."
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"All right, everybody."
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"We got 10 minutes to game time. Let's all gather round."
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"has picked us to finish last."
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"a lot of time and trouble"
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"Me? I'm for wasting sportswriters' time."
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"You guys go ahead."
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"Oh, well, okay. Let's..."
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"- Let's all bow our heads. - Excuse me. I'll be in my office."
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"Dear Heavenly Father, we humbly pray that you will guide..."
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"Jesus Christ, Cerrano."
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"Have to wake up bats."
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"Dear God, we humbly pray that you will guide and protect us"
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"as we gird up our loins to take the field of battle."
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"Christ."
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"A lot of new faces in Chief Wahoo's tribe this year"
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"as they take on the defending American League champs,"
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"the New York Yankees."
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"And hopefully, we'll have some of the names that go with those faces"
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"Anyway, listen to the roar of the crowd as the Indians take the field."
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"Just a reminder, fans, about Die Hard Night"
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"Free admission to anyone who was actually alive"
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"the last time the Indians won a pennant."
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"Hayes under it."
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"And the side is retired."
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"Nice catch, Hayes. Don't ever fucking do it again."
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"- All right. Let's go! Let's get it going! - Let's go."
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"to lead it off for the wigwammers."
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"Oops!"
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"Hey, give Rudiya credit for sacrificing his body on that racket."
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"That guy's got a family to think about."
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"So, Hayes becomes the first Indian in 15 years"
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"to lead off the season with a hit."
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"Oh, I plan to get at least a double out of this."
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"I bought 100 of these, one for every base I'm gonna steal."
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"Shit."
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"Well, maybe things will turn around a little for the Indians this year."
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"Now batting, number seven, catcher Jake TayIor."
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"Excuse me. Gotta take my first step toward the Hall of Fame."
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"My ass."
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"Brewster ready from the stretch. Hayes with a good lead."
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"with your shoe untied."
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"Quick move to first. He got him!"
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"Well, so much for that."
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"Nice throw, dickhead."
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"Son of a bitch!"
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"Top of the sixth, and rookie sensation Ricky Vaughn on the pitch now."
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"You can close the book on Keltner. Thank God."
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"- Let's go. - All right."
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"Vaughn, a juvenile delinquent in the off-season,"
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"I'm gonna light your ass up, meat."
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"Vaughn into the wind-up in his first offering."
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"Ball four. Ball eight."
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"Low, and Vaughn has walked the bases loaded"
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"on 12 straight pitches."
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"Boy, how can these guys lay off pitches that close?"
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"Fuck!"
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"WiId thing"
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"Taylor, what are you doing back up here?"
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"I couldn't cut it in the Mexican League."
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"Vaughn in deep trouble here with Clue Haywood,"
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"last year's American League home-run champ at the plate."
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"Vaughn kicks, fires."
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"Here is a swing, and a drive toward left field, and deep. Oh, boy."
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"A grand-slam home run for Haywood."
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"Too high, I thought."
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"as Haywood clears the bases with one swing."
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"Not "too high," "too hard," right?"
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"- Want me to go get him? - Nah. Let's see how he reacts."
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"Taylor with a sign, Vaughn into his motion, and the pitch."
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"About time, it's eight-nothing."
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"Get him out of here! He's horse shit."
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"You threw at him intentionally."
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"- Kiss my ass. - You're gone."
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"- You're full of shit! Fuck you! - Get out of here, rookie!"
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"All right, Coleman, take it easy. Accidents will happen."
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"The fucking wall, you pansy!"
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"Hard and high."
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"They succeeded at getting the object that they were trying to establish."
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"Christ, I can't find it. The hell with it."
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"Hello. Cuyahoga Sheet Metal."
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