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 to drink. 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:
Shit, 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.
Kaffee:
Private Downey, one last time, why did you go into Santiago's barracks room on the night of September 6th?
Downey:
A code red was ordered by my platoon commander Lieutenant Jonathan James Kendrick, sir.
Kaffee:
Thank you. Your witness.
Capt. Ross:
Private, on the week of 2 September the switch log has you down at post 39 until 1600, is that right?
Downey:
I'm sure it is, sir, they keep that log pretty good.
Capt. Ross:
How far is it from Post 39 to the Windward barracks?
Downey:
It's a ways, sir. It's a hike.
Capt. Ross:
How far by jeep?
Downey:
Ten, fifteen minutes.
Capt. Ross:
Ever have to walk it?
Downey:
Yes, sir. That day, sir. Friday. The pick up private. That's like what we call the guy who drops us off and picks us up at our posts, also because he can get girls in New York City. Well, pick up comes driving up and, bam, a blow out right at 39 with no spare so we had to double time it back to the barracks.
Capt. Ross:
And if it's ten, fifteen minutes by jeep I'm guessing that it would have to be at least an hour by foot, is that right?
Downey:
Pick up and me did it in 45 flat.
Capt. Ross:
Not bad. Now private, you testified earlier that your assault on Santiago was the result of an order that you received in your barracks room at 1620, is that right?
Downey:
Yes, sir.
Capt. Ross:
But you just said that you didn't make it back to the Windward barracks until 1645.
Downey:
Sir?
Capt. Ross:
Well, how could you be in your barracks room at 1620 if you didn't make it back to the Windward barracks until 1645?
Downey:
Well, you see, sir, there was a blow out.
Capt. Ross:
Private, did you actually ever hear Lieutenant Kendrick order a code red?
Downey:
Well, Hal said that...
Capt. Ross:
Private, did you actually ever hear Lieutenant Kendrick order a code red?
Downey:
No, sir.
Galloway:
Your Honor, I'd like a recess to confer with my client.
[Adam, Lucy and Lucy’s mother are all driving in Adam jaguar after taking a hike in a park]
Peggy Owens:
I could get used to this car. Did you tell her the story, by the way?
Adam:
No, I didn't.
Lucy Owens:
What?
Peggy Owens:
All the interesting things you find out when you're out on a mountain stroll.
Lucy Owens:
Tell me what?
Peggy Owens:
Can we tell her? A very simple lovely story. Even though he was very young when his mummy and daddy died, Adam always remembered, as a little fella, that when they went for walks they used to pass by this big fancy car sales place and his dad had a big thing about this particular car, a Jaguar.
Adam:
"Just look at that Jag," he'd say. I thought it must be the most wonderful thing in the world.
Peggy Owens:
His dad was always promising his mum that when they had a bit of money to splash out, that he'd buy her one. Do you know what this little beauty did? Years after, when he turned eighteen and got the bit of money that was left to him he used it all to buy this car to remember them by.
Lucy Owens:
Adam, why didn't you tell me? Hmm?
Adam:
I don't know.
Lucy Owens:
Oh, my.
Annie Lamm:
Grandpa, can I drive?
Barney:
You want to get us killed, kid?
Annie Lamm:
Oh, come on.
Barney:
What if a cop sees us? Or worse, your mother?
Annie Lamm:
There are only three cops on this Island, and they play paper football all day! I can do it.
Barney:
Driving a car is a little harder than a boat, Missy. Ane we all know how that turned out.
Grandpa Donald:
I don't know, Annie...
Annie Lamm:
OK... I guess when I'm your age I won't be able to tell my grandkis that my Grandpa taught me how to drive. It'll just be some random boyfriend instead.
Barney:
Captain, are you crazy?
Grandpa Donald:
Oh, don't get your panties all in a bunch. Live a little.
Barney:
I'd like to live a lot, that's the problem.
Annie Lamm:
Don't worry, Barney. I'm a good driver.
Barney:
I hope they spell my name right in the obituaries.
Larry:
Hey, listen to this. The other day I was driving down the highway, had the air-conditioner on, smoking my stogies, listening to some tunes, and this big fat crow lands on a billboard. Biggest, fattest crow I ever saw in my life. And I fix on him, and he dropped dead - boom, in the sand. Damndest thing I ever saw. Kind of made me sick. In fact, it made me poop. It made me poop my pants. It was about a four-inch, bell-shaped fece, very hard, very firm. Things haven't been going too good for me.
Jesse:
Well, I was driving around with this buddy of mine, he was a big atheist, and we came to a stop, next to this homeless guy. And my buddy takes out a 100 dollar bill, and leans out the window, and he says, "Do you believe in God?". And the guy looks at my friend, and he looks at the money, he says, uh, "Yes, I do". My friend says, "Wrong answer", and we drove away.
