A League of Their Own (1992)
Brian Boru Gleeson: Bobby
Quotes
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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.
Margaret : Mom.
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.
[Dottie smiles]
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]
Margaret : .
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]
Bobby : Yeah!