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Quotes of Movie: A League of Their Own [1992]
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Dave Hooch: I know my girl ain't so pretty as these girls, but that's my fault. I raised her like I would a boy. I didn't know any better. She loves to play. Don't make my little girl suffer because I messed up raising her. Please. (unknown)
Ira Lowenstein: Until you did that, I couldn't tell if you were... drunk or dead.
Jimmy Dugan: It was made very clear to me what I'm supposed to do here. I smile, wave my little hat... I did that, so when do I get paid?
Ira Lowenstein: Now, Jimmy, you have some pretty good ballplayers here. You ought to give them a little bit of your...
Jimmy Dugan: [interrupting] Ballplayers. I don't have ballplayers, I've got girls. Girls are what you sleep with after the game, not, not what you coach during the game.
[spits]
Ira Lowenstein: If we paid you a little bit more, Jimmy, do you think you could be just a little more disgusting?
Jimmy Dugan: [brightly] Well, I could certainly use the money. (unknown)
Ernie Capadino: Hey, no skin off my ashtabula. You want to stay here plucking cows, that's your business. (unknown)
Announcer: After the first month of league play, the shine still isn't off these "diamond" gals. Alice "Skeeter" Gaspers says legging out a triple is no reason to let your nose get shiny - Betty Grable has nothing on these gals. Helen Haley has not only been a member of several championship amateur teams, she is also an accomplished coffee maker. (unknown)
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Announcer: Then there's pretty Dottie Henson, who plays like Gehrig, and looks like Garbo. Uh-uh, fellas, keep your mitts to yourself; she's married. And there's her kid sister Kit, who's as single as they come. Enough concentrated oomph for a whole carload of Hollywood starlets. (unknown)
Ira Lowenstein: This is what it's going to be like in the factories, too, I suppose, isn't it? "The men are back, Rosie, turn in your rivets." We told them it was their patriotic duty to get out of the kitchen and go to work; and now, when the men come back, we'll send them back to the kitchen.
Walter Harvey: What should we do - send the boys returning from WAR back to the kitchen? (unknown)
[Mae helps Shirley learn to read]
Mae Mordabito: Sound it out...
Shirley Baker: Kimm...
Mae Mordabito: Kimono.
Shirley Baker: Kimono, kimono. Off. And. Gr - Gra - Grabb"d.
Mae Mordabito: Grabbed.
Shirley Baker: Her. M - mi - mil - mil - milky, milky. White, white. Milky white.
Evelyn Gardner: Mae. What are you giving her to read?
Mae Mordabito: Oh, what the difference does it make? She's reading, okay? That's the important thing. Now go away, go, shoo, shoo. Go ahead, Shirley, you're doing good.
Shirley Baker: Thanks, Mae. Milky white bre - breasts.
[Gives Mae a surprised look]
Mae Mordabito: It gets really good after that. Look. The delivery boy walks in... (unknown)
Jimmy Dugan: Uh, Lord, hallowed be Thy name. May our feet be swift; may our bats be mighty; may our balls... be plentiful. Lord, I'd just like to thank You for that waitress in South Bend. You know who she is - she kept calling Your name. And God, these are good girls, and they work hard. Just help them see it all the way through. Okay, that's it. (unknown)
Maida Gillespie: Careers and higher education are leading to the masculinization of women, with enormously dangerous consequences to the home, the children, and our country. When our boys come home from war, what kind of girls will they be coming home to? And now the most disgusting example of this sexual confusion: Mr. Walter Harvey of Harvey bars is presenting us with women's baseball. Right here in Chicago, young girls plucked from their families are gathered at Harvey Field, to see which one of them can be the most masculine. Mr. Harvey, like your candy bars, you're completely... nuts. (unknown)
[Meeting after almost 50 years]
Older Dottie: You haven't changed one bit.
Older Ellen Sue: Dottie, I married a plastic surgeon. (unknown)
Batter at reunion game: That was clear inside. That was clear inside...
[continues to argue]
Umpire: Listen, yesterday that was a ball, tomorrow it might be a ball, but today it's a strike. (unknown)
Radio Sportscaster: This week, on "The World of sports": When the boys are overseas, and off to war, baseball pitches in for the war effort. Trading bats for bullets, Yankees star Joe DiMaggio promises to give those Nazis a jolt. Ace fire baller, Bob Feller, has traded Cleveland gray for navy blue. Baseball biggest stars say: Look out Mr. Hitler, the Yanks are coming, not to mention the Indians, Red Sox, and Tigers. (unknown)
Ma Keller: Don't run, you'll scare the chickens. (unknown)
Ma Keller: For goodness sake, Kit, keep your voice down, your father is listening to the radio. (unknown)
[Mae is in confession; a thud is heard]
Doris Murphy: It's the second time he dropped that Bible since she's been in.
[Mae comes out, reverend looks shocked]
Doris Murphy: Mae. What did you say?
Mae Mordabito: Everything. (unknown)
Mae Mordabito: ...And what am I supposed to do, huh? Go back to taxi dancin'? Ten cents so some slob can sweat gin all over me? I'm never doin' that again! So you go back there! And you tell "Mr. Rich Old Chocolate Man" that he ain't closing ME down! (unknown)
Dottie Hinson: How good am I?
Jimmy Dugan: You stink, you're lousy, you're only the best player in the league. (unknown)
Dottie Hinson: You ever been married?
Jimmy Dugan: Well, let me think... yeah, twice.
Dottie Hinson: Any children?
Jimmy Dugan: One of them was, yeah. (unknown)
[Jimmy has just signed a baseball for a little boy]
Little Boy: [reading] Avoid the clap, Jimmy Dugan.
Jimmy Dugan: Hey, that's good advice! (unknown)
Doris Murphy: Evelyn. Your kid ate the line up. (unknown)
Ernie Capadino: Come on now, one foot in front of the other, see? (unknown)
Mae Mordabito: Evelyn. Evelyn. I'm sorry but I have to kill your son. (unknown)
Doris Murphy: What are you lookin' at?
Dottie Hinson: Nothing.
Doris Murphy: That's right, nothin'. (unknown)
[Upon seeing Marla drunk and singing with the band]
Dottie Hinson: What did you give her?
Doris Murphy: Just a new dress.
Mae Mordabito: And a whole lotta liquor. (unknown)
Walter Harvey: You go out, wave your cap, give the people a thrill.
Jimmy Dugan: Why don't you get an organ grinder, I could do a little dance.
Walter Harvey: If your knees are up for it, go ahead. (unknown)
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Movie: A League of Their Own [1992] | [2]
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