A League of Their Own (1992)
Jimmy Dugan: Taking a little day trip?
Dottie Hinson: No, Bob and I are driving home. To Oregon.
Jimmy Dugan: [long pause] You know, I really thought you were a ballplayer.
Dottie Hinson: Well, you were wrong.
Jimmy Dugan: Was I?
Dottie Hinson: Yeah. It is only a game, Jimmy. It's only a game, and, and, I don't need this. I have Bob; I don't need this. At all.
Jimmy Dugan: I, I gave away five years at the end my career, drinking. Five years. And now there isn't anything I wouldn't give to get back any one day of it.
Dottie Hinson: Well, we're different.
Jimmy Dugan: This is chickenshit, Dottie, if you want to go back to Oregon and make a hundred babies, great, I'm in no position to tell anyone how to live. But sneaking out like this, quitting, you'll regret it for the rest of your life. Baseball is what gets inside you. It's what lights you up, you can't deny that.
Dottie Hinson: It just got too hard.
Jimmy Dugan: It's supposed to be hard. If it wasn't hard, everyone would do it. The hard... is what makes it great.
Ernie Capadino: Are you coming? See, how it works is, the train moves, not the station.
Dottie Hinson: Lay off the high ones!
Kit Keller: I like the high ones!
Dottie Hinson: Mule!
Kit Keller: Nag!
Mae Mordabito: Evelyn. Evelyn. I'm sorry but I have to kill your son.
[begins to chase Stillwell with a bat]
Doris Murphy: Mae! Mae! Don't use my bat! Use Marla's. It's heavier.
Jimmy Dugan: Evelyn, could you come here, you got a second? Which team do you play for?
Evelyn Gardner: Well, I'm a Peach.
Jimmy Dugan: Well I was just wonderin' why you would throw home when we got a two-run lead. You let the tying run get on second base and we lost the lead because of you. Start using your head. That's the lump that's three feet above your ass.
[Evelyn starts to cry]
Jimmy Dugan: Are you crying? Are you crying? ARE YOU CRYING? There's no crying! THERE'S NO CRYING IN BASEBALL!
Doris Murphy: Why don't you give her a break, Jimmy...
Jimmy Dugan: Oh, you zip it, Doris! Rogers Hornsby was my manager, and he called me a talking pile of pigshit. And that was when my parents drove all the way down from Michigan to see me play the game. And did I cry?
Evelyn Gardner: No, no, no.
Jimmy Dugan: Yeah! NO. And do you know why?
Evelyn Gardner: No...
Jimmy Dugan: Because there's no crying in baseball. THERE'S NO CRYING IN BASEBALL! No crying!
[Ernie sees Dottie and Kit vigorously milking cows]
Ernie Capadino: Ow. Doesn't that hurt them?
Dottie Hinson: Doesn't seem to.
Ernie Capadino: Well, that would bruise the hell out of me.
Dottie Hinson: Who ARE you?
Ernie Capadino: I'm Ernie Capadino. I'm a baseball scout. I saw you playing today. Not bad, not bad. You ever heard of Walter Harvey, makes Harvey bars - you know, the candy?
Dottie Hinson: Yeah. We feed them to the cows when they're constipated.
Ernie Capadino: That's the guy. He's starting a girls' baseball league, so he can make a buck while the boys are overseas. Wanna play?
Dottie Hinson: Huh?
Ernie Capadino: Nice retort. Tryouts are in Chicago. It's a real league, professional.
Kit Keller: Professional - baseball?
Ernie Capadino: Mmm-hmm. They'll pay you 75 dollars a week.
Kit Keller: We only make 30 at the dairy.
Ernie Capadino: Well then, this would be more, wouldn't it?
Jimmy Dugan: Has anyone ever told you that you look like a penis with that little hat on?
Mae Mordabito: [During the league's publicity drive] What if at a key moment in the game my, my uniform bursts open and, uh, oops., my bosoms come flying out? That, that might draw a crowd, right?
Doris Murphy: You think there are men in this country who ain't seen your bosoms?
Ernie Capadino: Hey cowgirls, see the grass? Don't eat it.
Dottie Hinson: [Upon seeing Marla drunk and singing with the band] What did you do to her?
Doris Murphy: Nothin', we just gave her a dress.
Mae Mordabito: And a lotta liquor!
Ira Lowenstein: Great game, Jimmy. I especially liked that move in the seventh inning when you scratched your balls for an hour.
Jimmy Dugan: Well, anything worth doing is worth doing right.
Helen Haley: Has anybody seen my new red hat?
Dottie Hinson: Oh piss on your hat.
Helen Haley: That was uncalled for.
Rockford Peaches: Batter up, hear that call. The time has come for one and all... to play ball. We're the members of the All American League. We come from cities near and far. We've got Canadians, Irish ones, & Swedes. We're all for one, we're one for all, we're all American. Each girl stands, her head so proudly high. Her motto "Do or Die". She's not the one to use or need an alibi. Our chaperones are not too soft; they're not too tough. Our managers are on the ball. We've got a President who really knows his stuff. We're all for one, we're one for all, we're all American.
Umpire: Perhaps you chastised her too vehemently. Good rule of thumb: treat each of these girls as you would treat your mother.
Jimmy Dugan: Did anyone ever tell you, you look like a penis with that little hat on?
Kit Keller: You ever hear Dad introduce us to people? "This is our daughter Dottie, and this is our other daughter, Dottie's sister." Should've just had you and bought a dog!
Helen Haley: [the girls are checking the team lists] Hi. Can you read, honey?
Shirley Baker: [crying] No.
Helen Haley: All right... what's your name?
Shirley Baker: Shirley Baker.
Helen Haley: Shirley Baker... Shirley Baker... okay, let's take a look.
[scans the lists]
Helen Haley: This is you! You're with us! You're a Rockford Peach!
Charlie Collins, Racine Coach: Go join your team.
Ernie Capadino: [to a salesman] You know, if I had your job, I'd kill myself! Wait here, I'll see if I can dig up a pistol.
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.
Jimmy Dugan: We're gonna win. WE'RE GONNA WIN!
Stilwell Gardner: You're gonna lose. You're gonna lose. You stink.
Jimmy Dugan: [after hitting Stilwell in the face with a thrown glove, shouts] Ha! Got him!
Doris Murphy: Hey Mae, Mae, your date's here.
Mae Mordabito: How do I look?
Doris Murphy: Where'd you get that dress?
Mae Mordabito: Borrowed it.
Doris Murphy: It don't fit you, Mae, it's too tight.
Mae Mordabito: I don't plan on wearing it that long.
Doris Murphy: Ohh. I don't know why you get dressed at all.
Mae Mordabito: [Mae helps Shirley learn to read] 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...
Jimmy Dugan: Does he know how good you are?
Dottie Hinson: [referring to her husband] Bob?
Jimmy Dugan: [sarcastically] No, Hitler.
Jimmy Dugan: Yes, Bob.
Older Stilwell: Hi, Dottie. You remember? "You're gonna lose!"
Older Dottie: Stillwell, angel! My goodness! Where's your mom?
Older Stilwell: Mom died... a few years ago.
Older Dottie: Oh, I'm sorry. She was a real nice lady, and a damn fine ball player.
Older Stilwell: Yeah. When I heard about this, I... I felt I owed it to her to be here. She always said it was the best time she ever had in her entire life.
Ernie Capadino: Yeah, I'm just going home, grab a shower and shave, give the wife a little pickle-tickle, and I'm on my way.
Kit Keller: Hey, Dottie? thanks for gettin' me into the league.
Dottie Hinson: You got yourself into the league. I just got you on the train.
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.
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?
Mae Mordabito: [at Tryouts] Ya know they got over a hundred girls here. So some of yous are going home.
Kit Keller: What do you mean some of us?
[Doris throws a fast ball at Kit, which Dottie catches with her bare hands]
Mae Mordabito: OK, some of them are going home.
Doris Murphy: Hey, how'd you do that?
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.
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.
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.
Walter Harvey: You kind of let me down on that San Antonio job.
Jimmy Dugan: I, uh, yeh, I, uh... I freely admit, sir, I had no right to... sell off the team's equipment like that; that won't happen again.
Walter Harvey: Let me be blunt. Are you still a fall-down drunk?
Jimmy Dugan: Well, that is blunt. Ahem. No sir, I've, uh, quit drinking.
Walter Harvey: You've seen the error of your ways.
Jimmy Dugan: No, I just can't afford it.
Walter Harvey: It's funny to you. Your drinking is funny. You're a young man, Jimmy: you still could be playing, if you just would've laid off the booze.
Jimmy Dugan: Well, it's not exactly like that... I hurt my knee.
Walter Harvey: You fell out of a hotel. That's how you hurt it.
Jimmy Dugan: Well, there was a fire.
Walter Harvey: Which you started, which I had to pay for.
Jimmy Dugan: Well, now, I was going to send you a thank-you card, Mr. Harvey, but I wasn't allowed anything sharp to write with.
Dollbody Kid: [they are sitting in the front-seat of a car at night] What's your rush, doll-body? What do you say we slip in the back-seat, and you make a man out of me?
Dottie Hinson: [sarcastically] What do you say I smack you around for a while?
Dollbody Kid: [he's game] Can't we do both?
Little Boy: [Jimmy has just signed a baseball for a little boy, who reads] Avoid the clap, Jimmy Dugan.
Jimmy Dugan: Hey, that's good advice!
Doris Murphy: Okay, let's make like a bread truck and haul buns ladies.
Radio Sportscaster: Take me home momma and put me to bed. I have seen enough to know I have seen too much.
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.
Doris Murphy: [Mae is in confession; a thud is heard] 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.
Jimmy Dugan: [on the bus, to Miss Cuthbert] By the way, I loved you in The Wizard of Oz.
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 ol' rich Mr. Old Chocolate Man that he ain't closing ME down!
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.
Jimmy Dugan: Hey, where did you come from?
Dottie Hinson: Well, we got as far as Yellowstone Park... then we turned back.
Jimmy Dugan: Have a little trouble with the bears, did ya?
Kit Keller: [while the team is stranded out on the road] Dottie, you going to come with us?
Dottie Hinson: Where are you going?
Mae Mordabito: A road house called the Sud's Bucket.
Dottie Hinson: Ah, no. You know, I'm married...
Doris Murphy: C'mon Dottie, you ain't on the farm any more, live a little bit!
Miss Cuthbert: Girls, girls, please! Mr. Goosatelli shan't be returning.
[Goes back on the bus]
Dottie Hinson: Hey, what are you going to do about Ms. Cuthbert? How are you going to get past her?
Kit Keller: Mae's going to poison her dinner.
Dottie Hinson: WHAT?
Dottie Hinson: [Dottie has returned for the World Series] Hey, Jimmy, you look like shit. Don't you ever shave?
Jimmy Dugan: [grinning] We're gonna win... We're gonna *win!*
Dottie Hinson: Hey, hey, hey, you guys, come on! How hard can it be to make a lineup? Come on!
Doris Murphy: Oh yeah? Well, why don't you do it, Oregon?
Dottie Hinson: Me?
Dottie Hinson: Alright, Mae, center field, lead off.
Mae Mordabito: She's good!
Evelyn Gardner: [about Stilwell, who just caused a scene on the bus] He's really a sweetheart, Dottie.
Dottie Hinson: Yeah, I hope I have five just like him.
Evelyn Gardner: Stilwell, honey, don't eat the wrapper.
Jimmy Dugan: What the hell's going on? Why are we stopped?
Betty 'Betty Spaghetti' Horn: Lou quit.
Jimmy Dugan: [shouts] Who's Lou?
Mae Mordabito: [to reporters] Hi, my name's Mae, and that's more than a name, that's an attitude.
Ernie Capadino: Hey, no skin off my ashtabula. You want to stay here plucking cows, that's your business.
Marla Hooch - 2nd Base: I singin' to Nelson, ain't I baby?
Ernie Capadino: [to Kit, after she's interested of go to Chicago] I don't want you, i want her; The one that hits the ball. You can climb back under the cow!
Older Dottie: [Meeting after almost 50 years] You haven't changed one bit.
Older Ellen Sue: Dottie, I married a plastic surgeon.
Dottie Hinson: It was an important game; it got us into the playoffs.
Kit Keller: I could have finished.
Dottie Hinson: The way you were pitching, Stilwell could have hit off you.
Doctor: [about Miss Cuthbert] In the forty-three years I've been practicing medicine, I never saw a woman throw up that much!
Jimmy Dugan: I think it's how she entertains herself, Doc.
Ira Lowenstein: [When Harvey talks with Lowenstein about shutting down the league at the end of the year] Do you realize how dedicated these players are? They play with sprained ankles, broken fingers. Sometimes they ride a bus all night to play a double-header the next morning!
Walter Harvey: I'll make it up to them.
Ira Lowenstein: What, with Harvey Bars?
Dottie Hinson: [Bob returns from the war] Can we just hold each other for the rest of our lives?
Bob Hinson: That's my plan.
Stadium announcer: [Dottie hits a line drive at Kit's head, making her duck out of the way] Well, bite my butt and call me an apple! She nearly took her head off!
Older Doris: [Doris sees Dottie watching the former team playing after 40s years] Mae! Come here! Is that her?
Older Mae: I don't know, is it?
Older Doris: Dottie?
Older Dottie: [smiling in recognition] Hey Doris
Dottie Hinson: I'm so sick of being blamed for every thing that's bothering you. I got you into this league, God damnit! I didn't even want to be here.
Kit Keller: Then why are you still here?
Bob Hinson: [His first words to Dottie after coming home from the war] Hiya, cutie.
Ernie Capadino: [sarcastically, to Dottie and Kit as they leave their farm] Did you promise the cows you'd write?
Western Union man: Excuse Me! Excuse Me! I have a telegram for one of you ladies from the War Department. Let's see here... boy, I hate these, these are the worst! The least the Army could do is send someone personally, to tell you your husband is dead. Darn, I had the name right here! Well I gotta go back and get this straightened out.
Jimmy Dugan: Wait, just give me the telegram.
Western Union man: I can't. I don't have a name on the checklist.
Jimmy Dugan: Just give me the telegram
Western Union man: [Jimmy grabs it and pushes the Western Union man out of the dressing room door] Hey, this is official. This is from the War Department! C'mon, that's official business! I'm coming back!
Jimmy Dugan: [Jimmy reads the telegram and begins walking down the line of players]
[the camera drops on Betty]
Jimmy Dugan: I'm sorry Betty.
Betty 'Betty Spaghetti' Horn: [Crying hysterically] No! George!
Kit Keller: My train leaves at eight o'clock, I've got ten minutes to pack.
Dottie Hinson: Well, if you have any trouble, you know who to blame.
Ira Lowenstein: [after they watch the thrilling end to the World Series and seeing the large crowd cheering] Well, Walter, what do you say?
Walter Harvey: Alright, Ira. We'll stick with it.
Jimmy Dugan: All right, everyone, let's listen up now, listen up. Hey! I don't know what that kid is doing, but get him away from the tape! Stilwell Something important has just happened. I was in the toilet reading my contract, and it turns out, I get a bonus when we get to the World Series. So, let's play hard, let's play smart, use your heads.
Doris Murphy: [quoting him] That's that lump three feet above our ass, right, Jimmy?
Jimmy Dugan: Some more prominent than others, Doris.
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.
Dottie Hinson: [unsure of her baseball ability] How good am I?
Jimmy Dugan: [sarcastically] You stink, you're lousy...
Jimmy Dugan: you're only the best player in the league!
Jimmy Dugan: [referring to Stilwell Angel] Keep that kid away from me for just one game!
Charm School assistant: [the charm school teachers are inspecting each of the girls and they come to dowdy Marla Hooch] What do you suggest?
Charm School instructor: [repulsed] A lot of night games.
Kit Keller: Wait, can't you just watch me pitch? Dottie, get your mitt! I'll throw him a few!
Ernie Capadino: No, no, no. Now look, I know the goods when I see the goods
[Gestures to Dottie]
Ernie Capadino: She's the goods. I'm sorry.
[Puts his hand on Kit's arm in apology, then pauses and feels the muscle in Kit's arm]
Ernie Capadino: Hmm...
[Cow moos behind him]
Ernie Capadino: Will you shut up!
Ernie Capadino: You're a pitcher, huh?
Kit Keller: Yeah.
Ernie Capadino: [Looks back at Dottie for a moment] I'll tell you what: she comes, you can come too. And if you stink, it'll only cost us a train ticket.
[Tries to walk through a group of chickens]
Ernie Capadino: And keep these wild animals away from me! Haven't you ever heard of a leash?
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.
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.
Jimmy Dugan: Bullshit. You can all kiss my ass. That's right, kiss my big hairy ass.
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.
Charlie Collins, Racine Coach: Okay, come on. We got a lot to do, let's settle down. You are the first...
[Sees Shirley Baker over at the lists]
Charlie Collins, Racine Coach: Honey, are you supposed to be here or are you on the cut list?
[Shirley doesn't respond]
Charlie Collins, Racine Coach: Look, I'm sorry, but if you're cut, you have to leave the field.
Shirley Baker: [Almost in tears] Mm-hmm
Charlie Collins, Racine Coach: Well, are you cut? Oh, just look on the list. It's either Rockford, Racine, Kenosha, or South Bend.
[Shirtley turns to the lists, starting cry, as Helen Haley approaches her]
Helen Haley: Hi.
Shirley Baker: Hi.
Helen Haley: Um, can you read, honey?
Helen Haley: Alright. What's your name?
Shirley Baker: Shirley Baker.
Helen Haley: Shirley Baker. Let's have a look.
[She looks at the Rockford Peaches list first and spots Shirley's name]
Helen Haley: This is you.
[Shirley laughs happily]
Helen Haley: You're with us. You're a Rockford Peach.
Charlie Collins, Racine Coach: [Smiling] Go join your team.
[Shirley joins the Rockford Peaches, sitting down next to Marla]
Charlie Collins, Racine Coach: Now, you are the first girls in the All American Girls Profession Baseball League. My name is Charlie Collins. I'll be managing the Racine team when the season begins.
[Racine team cheers]
Charlie Collins, Racine Coach: Now, at the end of practice today, you're all gonna be fitted for your uniforms and this is what they're gonna look like. Pretty darned nifty if you ask me.
[Model walks up on the platform in a wool uniform complete with a miniskirt]
Unnamed Ball Player #1: You can't slide in that!
Doris Murphy: Hey, that's a dress!
Mae Mordabito: It's half a dress! Excuse me, but that's not a baseball uniform!
Doris Murphy: Yeah, what do you think we are? Baseball players or ballerinas?
Kit Keller: [to Dottie] It's awfully short.
Dottie Hinson: Short? I'm gonna have to squat in that thing.
Unnamed Ball Player #2: I can't wear that. My husband'll kill me.
[Ira Lowenstein approaches]
Helen Haley: Excuse me, sir.
Ira Lowenstein: Ladies...
Shirley Baker: Excuse me.
Ira Lowenstein: If you can't play ball in this, you can't play ball with us. Now, there are 38 girls on a train ride home, who'll play in a bathing suit, if I ask them.
Mae Mordabito: Yeah, well, there are no pockets for my cigarettes.
Ira Lowenstein: Ah, there is no smoking. There is also no drinking and no men.
[Mae gets up, angry, ready to leave, but Doris pulls Mae back down against her will, with Mae sitting back down, frustrated]
Ira Lowenstein: . All of your activities will be approved through your chaperones. And you will also be taking regular classes at Charm and Beauty school.
Doris Murphy: For what?
Ira Lowenstein: Every girl in this league is going to be a lady.
[Marla looks scared]
Kit Keller: Um... Dottie. Listen, I'm sorry I knocked you over.
Dottie Hinson: No, you're not.
Kit Keller: You were blocking the entire plate! How'd you expect me to - ?
Dottie Hinson: Look, that's how the game is played. You won the game. You wanted it more than me.
Kit Keller: I think I jammed my shoulder if it makes you feel any better?
Dottie Hinson: A little. Look, I'm going back to the hotel, then Bob and I are driving back to Oregon. You're welcome to come with us.
Kit Keller: No, you two should be alone. I'd just be in the way.
Dottie Hinson: When do you think you'll be coming home?
Kit Keller: Well, some of the girls have been talking about... staying around here and, you know, and getting jobs. I really like it here.
Dottie Hinson: Christmas?
Kit Keller: Um... I d... I don't know. But you're coming back next year, right?
Dottie Hinson: No. Uh, I want to have kids. We want to have kids.
Kit Keller: D... Dottie, you got your whole life to have kids. You couldn't give this up, you'd miss this too much.
Dottie Hinson: [laughing] Miss it? You mean miss putting on all this gear? Catching a double header in a 100 degree heat? Pushing the bus through mud? Getting slammed into every other day by a... base runner? You think I'm gonna miss that?
Kit Keller: Yeah.
Dottie Hinson: I'll tell you what I'll miss. Well, I'll miss the girls. I'll miss you, Kit.
Kit Keller: Me?
Dottie Hinson: Yeah, how many sisters do you think I have?
[Kit runs over and hugs Dottie, passionately]
Dottie Hinson: I love you, Kit.
Kit Keller: Really?
Dottie Hinson: Yeah.
Kit Keller: Just when I want you to stay, you're leaving.
[They hug a little longer, then pull away]
Kit Keller: Well, thank you for getting me into the league, Dottie.
Dottie Hinson: You got yourself into the league. I got you on the train.
Dottie Hinson: Play great.
Kit Keller: Like you.
Dottie Hinson: Stay in touch, you hear? Come home every once in a while.
[Kit performs a Military "Yes, Sir" motion]
Dottie Hinson: If you don't, I'm gonna come back here and hit line drives at your head, okay?
Dottie Hinson: Go on.
Kit Keller: [Hugging Dottie once more] I love you. And you are gonna miss this. I don't care what you say.
Dottie Hinson: Yeah.
Ernie Capadino: Come on now, one foot in front of the other, see?
Stadium announcer: Now batting for the Peaches, #5, center fielder, Mae Mordabito.
Racine Catcher: C'mon, no hitter, no hitter!
Stadium announcer: Here's the pitch...
[Mae swings and hits a ball into right center field]
Stadium announcer: ... there's a shot into right center it's... up the alley!
Peaches first base coach: Go to third, go to third, keep goin', Mae!
Ellen Sue Gotlander - Shortstop: Keep goin', Mae, all the way!
Stadium announcer: She's turning 'round first, she's heading up to third. Mordabito's heading past second!
Racine Catcher: Go to third, go to third!
Stadium announcer: She's headed into third!
Dottie Hinson: Dirt in the skirt, Mae! Dirt in the skirt!
Umpire: [Mae slides head-first into third base, ahead of the throw] Safe!
Stadium announcer: She's in there with a triple!
Mae Mordabito: Time.
Umpire: Boy, did she smack that one on the kisser. No wonder they call her "All the Way" Mae.
Ira Lowenstein: Mr. Harvey, I would like your executive approval for me to take over the league.
Walter Harvey: What? Ira, aren't you listening to me? All the owners are backing out, there's no point to it anymore. Just let them finish the season, and that's it!
Ira Lowenstein: I sold you a product when there was no product. This is a product!
Walter Harvey: There is no room for girls baseball in this country once the war is over.
Ira Lowenstein: Well, I think you're wrong.
[Harvey walks away]
Ira Lowenstein: And I'm going to prove it to you, Mr. Harvey!
Doris Murphy: [Balancing the bottom of a baseball bat on the tip of her index finger] Hey, Mae.
Mae Mordabito: What?
Doris Murphy: Come here and look at this.
Mae Mordabito: Wait a second, Doris!
Doris Murphy: I can't wait any longer, so get up!
Mae Mordabito: [Tying her shoe, looks up] So.
Doris Murphy: Yeah, so, I ain't done yet. Watch.
[Flips bat, lands on the opposite side in the palm of her hand]
Mae Mordabito: That's it?
Doris Murphy: Yeah, you can't do it.
Mae Mordabito: I could do it. How long you been working it on it?
Doris Murphy: What? Took me about year. Not counting them 2 months I was in the hospital, though. Bat hit me right in the head. Bam!
Mae Mordabito: Really?
Doris Murphy: Yep.
Mae Mordabito: You had to have knocked your behind 'cause that looks really swollen.
Doris Murphy: [Dropping the bat in a tough manner, confronting Mae with a whiny tone] Hey, what the heck kind of a think is that to say to me, Mae?
Mae Mordabito: I'm sorry.
Doris Murphy: That ain't funny.
Mae Mordabito: I'm sorry. I'm just nervous all right - -
[They see Dottie, Kit, and Marla staring at them]
Mae Mordabito: - -What are you looking at?
Doris Murphy: Yeah, what are you looking at?
Dottie Hinson: Nothing.
Kit Keller: All these girls gonna be in the league?
Mae Mordabito: [Taking a puff of her cigarette and exhaling the smoke] You wish.
Doris Murphy: Yeah, you do wish.
Mae Mordabito: They're gonna have 4 teams, 16 girls to a team.
Dottie Hinson: [to Kit] 64 girls.
Doris Murphy: Yeah, what are you, a genius?
Mae Mordabito: You know, they got over 100 girls, so, um, some of you are gonna have to go home.
[They start to walk away, talking to each other]
Mae Mordabito: Come on, Doris. Some people are real jerks.
Kit Keller: What do you mean some of us?
Mae Mordabito: Do it.
[Doris throws a baseball at Dottie, who catches the ball with her bare hands, impressing Doris and Mae]
Mae Mordabito: Okay, some of them are going home.
Doris Murphy: Hey, how did you do that? How did you do that?
[Dottie, Kit, and Marla walk on their way, with Dottie tossing the ball back to Doris, as Doris is still talking to Dottie]
Doris Murphy: . Hey? You caught that? Hello?
Mae Mordabito: Doris? Come on. Don't take such offense.
Doris Murphy: She caught it with her bare hand.
Mae Mordabito: I know. Ssh.
Margaret: [Tosses catchers mitt into Dottie's suitcase] Thought you might need that.
Older Dottie: Where'd you find this?
Margaret: In one of the boxes after...
[Dottie tries it on for size]
Margaret: Needs oil.
Older Dottie: Ha! Who doesn't?
Margaret: You ready?
Older Dottie: I'm not going.
Margaret: Oh! Mom! I already got 2 children, I don't need a 3rd.
Older Dottie: Why is it so important that I go?
Margaret: Well, for one thing, it'd be nice if you left the room. Besides, these are your old friends.
Older Dottie: They probably won't even remember me.
Margaret: The Queen of Diamonds? Dottie Hinson?
Older Dottie: Margaret, I just don't think this is a good idea.
Margaret: I don't know what you're so worried about. Plus, you're gonna get to see Aunt Kit. You two ever get to see each other.
Older Dottie: We still won't. Kit won't be there, she'll be travelling around with that husband of hers.
Margaret: Frank. He has a name: Frank. And he's always been very nice to you.
Older Dottie: Makes me nervous.
Older Dottie: Honey, I'm not comfortable about this. I was never really part of it. It was just something I did.
Margaret: Mom, when are you gonna realize how special it was? How important it was?
Older Dottie: I...
Margaret: Yeah, I know. I know how you feel, I really do.
Margaret: But you're going.
[She forces her up from the kitchen table and out the door]
Older Dottie: [Heading to the car] Car, plane, a bus. I'm tired already.
Margaret: You'll sleep on the plane.
Jeffrey: Grandma's out of the room. Is there a fire?
Older Dottie: Weisenheimer.
Margaret: Julie, next door, is watching you and I don't wanna get any bad reports.
[She gets into the driver's side of the car, as Dottie is fixing her coat]
Older Dottie: Jeffrey? Come here.
[He heads on over]
Older Dottie: Listen, no matter what your brother does, he's littler than you are. So, give him a chance to shoot.
[Jeffrey nods, and heads back to the basketball net]
Older Dottie: . Bobby?
[Bobby walks over]
Older Dottie: Kill him.
Margaret: Come on, you'll miss your plane.
[She gets into the car, and she and her daughter drive off, as Bobby and Jeffrey continue their game, with Bobby shooting and making a basket]
Dottie Hinson: [She and Kit are walking back home from their industrial league game] Ow! Would you stop kicking the rocks?
Kit Keller: I'm sorry. The game just has me so mad.
Dottie Hinson: Kit, we won. Get mad if we lose.
Kit Keller: That last pitch was right down the middle! If I'd swung at that, I would be the big hero... but you got me so crazy-!
Dottie Hinson: All I said was lay off the high ones.
Kit Keller: "Good thing your sister bailed ya out, Kit! Heh-heh!" "Kit, why don't you get yer sister to teach ya how to hit?" "Kit, why can't you be beautiful like that sister of yours-"
Dottie Hinson: What idiot said that?
Kit Keller: No one... but I know that's what they were thinking!
Dottie Hinson: No, it's not.
Kit Keller: No? Ever hear Dad introduce us to people? "This is our daughter, Dottie. And this is our other daughter, Dottie's sister." They should've just had you and bought a dog!
Dottie Hinson: Mitch Swilley likes you.
Kit Keller: Mitch Swilley's one step up from dating pigs!
Dottie Hinson: But, an important step.
Ma Keller: For goodness sake, Kit, keep your voice down, your father is listening to the radio.
Ira Lowenstein: [about the team] Jimmy, you have a bunch of great players here. If you just give them a chance...
Jimmy Dugan: [interrupting] . I don't have ball players! I have *girls!*. Girls are what you sleep with *after* the game not coach *during* the game!