Major League II (1994)
Tom Berenger: Jake Taylor
Lou Brown : Come on, you're not going to let her get you down, are you? You guys won last year just to spite her. Maybe, she's what we need.
Jake Taylor : Oh, Skip, they were a different team last year.
Lou Brown : Taylor, it's not your job to make excuses. That's all you guys do good! It's either a *leg* thing or a *spiritual* thing, or a *psychological* thing, or a *heart attack*!
Jake Taylor : Who used heart attack?
Lou Brown : Me.
[collapses from a heart attack]
Jake Taylor : Rube, you look at Playboy all the time, don't you?
Rube Baker : I don't just look at it. I read the articles.
Jake Taylor : Sure you do.
Rube Baker : I do. I especially like it when they mention the girls' interests, like Betsy loves surfing.
Jake Taylor : You even memorize them?
Rube Baker : Yep. I guess I do.
Jake Taylor : Bingo.
[Jake and Rube are discussing Rube's problems as a catcher]
Jake Taylor : What exactly is your problem?
Rube Baker : Well, uh...
[a limo's horn sounds and the limo pulls up]
Rube Baker : Well, uh... hell that's the biggest damn car I ever saw.
Willie Mays Hayes : [an entourage of eleven people gets out of the car, followed by Willie] Say Jake! Oh-hooo! Ha-ha!
Rube Baker : Who are they?
Jake Taylor : [stunned] They are our centerfielder.
Jake Taylor : You know, Rick, I may have to use you tomorrow in the late innings. Pitching staff's pretty overworked.
Rick Vaughn : Yeah. So? I'll be ready.
Jake Taylor : Ready, huh? Ready to what? Run and hide if the game's on the line?
Rick Vaughn : I don't get it, Jake. What's your problem?
Jake Taylor : You're the problem. You used to be the toughest guy on this team. Now you're trying to prop yourself up with the right woman or the right shrink or God knows what else. You want to be a major league pitcher? You have to find something in yourself that yours and nobody else's. You had that once, Rick. And if I were you, I spend the rest of the night trying to find it again. Without it, you're no good to me or the team.
Rick Vaughn : What an asshole. What an amazing asshole. I thought he was my friend. Why is everybody so threatened by me improving myself?
[Looks in the mirror, sighs]
Rick Vaughn : What an asshole.
Jake Taylor : [Seeing Vaughn coming back into the dugout] Hey, didn't I tell you to go to the bullpen.
Rick Vaughn : We're down by 10 runs, Jake.
Jake Taylor : Well you can still get some work in.
Rick Vaughn : I've had enough of that maniac out there.
Jake Taylor : [after seeing Rube Baker get hit with a pitch] Hayes, go run for Rube.
Willie Mays Hayes : My legs hurtin'.
Roger Dorn : [Stands up] I'll run.
[Jake sits him down]
Jake Taylor : Rube's hurting worse than you. Now get in there.
Willie Mays Hayes : The Gutless Wonder doesn't have to pitch. Why should I have to run?
Rick Vaughn : Who you calling a Gutless Wonder, Tin Man?
Willie Mays Hayes : Tin Man? I got genuine leg injury here, pal.
Rick Vaughn : That limp is the best acting you've done all year.
Willie Mays Hayes : [Grabs Vaughn by the arm] Well at least I don't have some Cover Girl dragging me around by my Johnson.
Jake Taylor : [after Rube get's hit by a pitch] Hayes, go run for Rube.
Willie Mays Hayes : My leg's hurtin'.
Roger Dorn : [stands up] I'll run.
Jake Taylor : [sits Dorn back down] Rube's hurting worse than you. Now get in there!
Willie Mays Hayes : [pointing to Vaughn] If the gutless wonder doesn't have to pitch than why should I have to run?
Rick Vaughn : [gets up] Who are you calling a gutless wonder, tin man?
Willie Mays Hayes : Tin man?
[gets up limping]
Willie Mays Hayes : I got a genuine leg injury here, pal.
Rick Vaughn : And that limp is the best acting you've done all year.
[turns around to leave]
Willie Mays Hayes : [turns Vaughn around] Well at least I don't have some cover girl dragging me around by my johnson.
[Vaughn tackles Hayes as he walks away, starting a brawl]
Jake Taylor : [visiting Lou in the hospital] Hey, you're lookin' good, Lou.
Lou Brown : Forget about me. I'm fine. You gotta talk to the team, Jake. Give 'em hell. Let 'em know they're too damn good to roll over and play dead.
Jake Taylor : Will do, Skip. And, hey, we'll win this one for you.
[goes to leave]
Lou Brown : Hey, Taylor.
Lou Brown : Promise me one thing.
Jake Taylor : Sure. What?
Lou Brown : When you talk to the team, don't give 'em one of them "let's win one for Lou" corny speeches. I couldn't stand that.
Jake Taylor : Rube, what's going through your head just before you throw the ball back to the pitcher?
Rube Baker : I'm thinking, "Damn, I don't want to screw this up."
Jake Taylor : Well, what are you thinking when you throw a strike to nail the runner down at second base?
Rube Baker : Well, I, I'm not thinking nothing. I just throw it.
Jake Taylor : You see what I'm getting at?
Rube Baker : You want the pitcher to pitch from second base?
Jake Taylor : [frustrated, blank look] Oooogh.