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Amanda Whurlitzer
- Coach Morris Buttermaker: Those boys aren't very rough. You won't get hurt.
- Amanda Whurlitzer: That's got nothing to do with it. I'm almost 12 and I'll... I'll be getting a bra soon.
- [Buttermaker stares. Amanda looks at her chest]
- Amanda Whurlitzer: Well, maybe in a year or so. I can't be playing all dumb baseball.
- Amanda Whurlitzer: Look, Buttermaker, you're not my father and I'll not move an inch to play baseball for you any more. So why don't you get back into that sardine can of yours and go, go vacuum the bottom of the Pacific Ocean? I've got business to take care of. You're blocking my customers with your car.
- Coach Morris Buttermaker: What if he tries something?
- Amanda Whurlitzer: I'll handle it.
- Coach Morris Buttermaker: Rolling Stones, 11 years old.
- Amanda Whurlitzer: I know an 11-year-old girl who is already on the pill.
- Coach Morris Buttermaker: Don't ever say that word again.
- Amanda Whurlitzer: Jesus! Just who in the heck you think you are?
- Coach Morris Buttermaker: The goddamned manager, that's who!
- Amanda Whurlitzer: Big wow!
- [Amanda has been kicked in the chest]
- Amanda: I know I don't got a lot up there, but what I got sure don't feel too good.
- Amanda Whurlitzer: We could use a good outfielder on our team
- Kelly: Oh you call what you got a team?
- Amanda Whurlitzer: What you got against baseball anyway?
- Kelly: Well the baseball you guys play is for faggots and old farts with nothing better to do with themselves.
- Amanda Whurlitzer: Well you must like those kind of guys you sure do hang around the field often enough!
- Kelly: There's nice ass at the field, that's why I always hang around it.
- Toby Whitewood: [as Buttermaker distributes jock straps to the team] What about Amanda?
- Amanda Whurlitzer: You ain't strapping one of these things on me.
- Engelberg: Well, if she don't wear one, I don't wear one.
- Bad News Bears: Yeah!
- Tanner Boyle: Anyway, it's too small.
- Coach Morris Buttermaker: Well, your mother and I didn't got along too well, Amanda. I liked her very much, though. I still do. As a matter of fact I'm just not the marrying kind. But I guess I handled it badly, huh?
- Amanda Whurlitzer: You handled it like shit!
- Amanda: Twelve ballet lessons.
- Coach Morris Buttermaker: Nine ballet lessons. They're three dollars a shot, for cryin' out loud. I can't afford...
- Amanda: Twelve ballet lesson or no go.
- [takes Buttermaker's cigar and throws it out of the car]
- Coach Morris Buttermaker: What are you doin'? Give me that! Ah, I just lit that cigar. That's terrible. Make it nine ballet lessons...
- Amanda: I want the imported kind of jeans.
- Coach Morris Buttermaker: Jeans?
- Amanda: Yes.
- Coach Morris Buttermaker: What are you talking about.
- Amanda: French jeans.
- Coach Morris Buttermaker: I'm not gettin' you any jeans.
- Amanda: French jeans.
- Coach Morris Buttermaker: You know how many pools y'gotta clean...
- Amanda: Expensive kind.
- Coach Morris Buttermaker: To get you a pair of imported jeans? What's a matter with American jeans?
- Amanda: I don't like 'em.
- Coach Morris Buttermaker: Who do you think you are? Catfish Hunter?
- Amanda: Who's he?
- Amanda Whurlitzer: Hey, Buttermaker! Maybe next spring you'll teach me how to hit.
- Coach Morris Buttermaker: You bet.
- Kelly: [entering after everyone refuses to wear cups] If she doesn't wear one neither do I.
- Amanda Whurlitzer: What are you doing here?
- Kelly: Some asshole changed my mind
- Coach Morris Buttermaker: You probably lost on purpose. You probably like the little baboon.
- Amanda: Blow it out your bunghole!