The Sandlot: Heading Home (2007 Video)
St. Agnus Coach: I'm not lookin' for athletes, Earl. I'm lookin' for ballplayers. And I just found one.
Tommy: Mom, put down the phone. I don't think I have a concussion. I just think I'm dead.
Benny: You got some talent, kid. There's a lot more to baseball than talent.
Two Ton: Who names their dog Hercules?
Wok: It was probably just some chihuahua or something. You know how people name their dog just the opposite of what they are.
Squints: All right, Mr. Chairman, we accept the challenge. On one condition. The game for the sandlot is played on the sandlot.
DP: This isn't the part where you go off about the Dodgers, the Hall of Fame, and your smokin' hot girlfriend, is it?
Wings: Just try and hit my bat, OK?
Timber: [Timber's pitch hits Wings in the groin] Sorry.
Wings: [falls to ground in pain] Geez... Wrong bat, Timber!
DP: Guys, look at this.
Q: What are we gonna do about Timber's control problems?
Tommy: I'll bet Wings has got some good ideas.
Wings: [high-pitched voice] Timber, if I live... you'rE dead!
Sara: Well, hello there, sleepyhead.
Tommy: W-w-where am I?
Sara: You're home, sweetheart.
Tommy: No, no, no, something's really wrong. Mom? Am I dead?
Sara: Now why would you ask such a silly thing?
Tommy: Because I am wearing my Speed racer PJs that I havent seen in 30 years.
Sara: All right, fine, I got a little backed up on the laundry; there's still a lot of unpacking to do. Don't worry, your Batman and Robin ones haven't run off.
Tommy: Mom. Do you know how old I am?
Sara: 12, almost 13.
Sara: No. I'm 41 years old, I live in Beverley Hills, I have a spokin' hot girlfriend who has her own reality show, I play center field for the Dodgers? And somehow I'm back here. And you're here, and the pancakes smell so real... that I think I am gonna throw up.
Tommy: [after explaining why he's going to play on Neeman's tam] I can't risk my future for the sandlot, can I?
Timber: [his first lines] Maybe you're the one who shouldn't speak for a while.