Quotes
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Harry Doyle : Wingate is what you'd call a finesse pitcher. Relies on control, accuracy, not speed. They time this kid's fastball with an hourglass!
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Harry Doyle : Lance the Dance scores on what appears to be a triple axle thrown in with a salchow.
Boll Weevils Announcer : What's he doing, is that a curtsey?
Harry Doyle : Lance the Dance is entertaining the crowd. He is blowing kisses and curtseying. This must go back to his days as a balladeer.
Boll Weevils Announcer : Oh, he was a singer?
Harry Doyle : Dancer.
Boll Weevils Announcer : Oh.
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[after accidentally-on-purpose spilling a soft drink on the Minnesota announcer]
Harry Doyle : Oh, I'm so sorry. Here, here's a twenty. Go get yourself another suit.
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Harry Doyle : The brothers Lopez steal second and third. Either somebody got their signals crossed or this is starting to look like a baseball team.
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Harry Doyle : And here's Cerrano, returning to baseball after taking some time off to search for... whatever the hell it was he lost. Maybe his mind!
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Harry Doyle : Yes, sir, I remember Gus Cantrell from the old California AA League. That was before Diet Coke became my beverage of choice. Gus was a pretty fair pitcher, but he'll have to be more than "pretty fair" to bring this bunch close to anything resembling a baseball team.
[turns to color man and places his hand on the mic]
Harry Doyle : They suck.
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Harry Doyle : It's been a while.
Gus Cantrell : Yeah, well one thing never changes.
Harry Doyle : What's that?
Gus Cantrell : Butterflies.
Harry Doyle : Oh. What a decade to quit drinking.