Haywood swings and crushes this one toward South America. Tomlinson is gonna need a visa to catch this one, it is out of here, and there is nothing left but a vapor trail.
Catalog
Movie
Major League
When Rachel Phelps inherits the Cleveland Indians from her deceased husband, she's determined to move the team to a warmer climate—but only a losing season will make that possible, which should be easy given the misfits she's hired. Rachel is sure her dre
Heywood leads the league in most offensive categories, including nose hair. When this guy sneezes, he looks like a party favor.
You may run like Hayes. but you hit like shit.
Harry Doyle: [before the playoff game] Monty, anything to add? Color Man: Ummm...no. Harry Doyle: He’s not the best color man in the league for nothing, folks!
In case you haven’t noticed, and judging by the attendance you haven’t, the Indians have managed to win a few here and there, and are threatening to climb out of the cellar.
The post-game show is brought to you by...[searches through his papers] Christ, I can’t find it. To hell with it.
Harry Doyle: One hit—that’s all we got, one goddamn hit? Assistant: You can’t say goddamn on the air. Harry Doyle: Don’t worry, nobody is listening anyway.
Just a reminder, fans, comin’ up is our ‘Die-Hard Night’ here at the stadium. Free admission to anyone who was actually alive the last time the Indians won a pennant.
Lou Brown: Hey, Jake. How's the knees holding up? Jake Taylor: Great! Never been better. Lou Brown: Mobility’s good? No problem getting off the throw to second? Jake Taylor: No problemo. Lou Brown: I need a catcher, Jake. Someone who can lead this team on the field. But I want the absolute truth, he…
Rick Vaughn: [converses with Taylor on the mound] Fucking Dorn! This game should be over by now. He could’ve had that ball, he tanked it on purpose! Jake Taylor: Hey! This isn’t the California Penal League, Vaughn, we’re professionals here! We don’t tank plays for personal reasons, so cut the crybab…
— David S. Ward, Rick 'Wild Thing' Vaughn, Charlie Sheen, imdb.com
All right people, we got 10 minutes ’til game time, let’s all gather ’round. I’m not much for giving inspirational addresses, but I’d just like to point out that every newspaper in the country has picked us to finish last. The local press seems to think that we’d save everyone the time and trouble i…
Lou Brown: [at a team meeting] Can I have your attention, please? [picks up a bat and leans on it like a walking stick] Lou Brown: I have something I think you all ought to know about. It seems that Mrs. Phelps doesn’t think too highly of our worth. She put this team together because she thought we’…
Roger Dorn: [shouting] Don’t fuck with me, Vaughn. Rick Vaughn: Yeah? [shouting] Fuck you. Roger Dorn: What’s the matter, rookie Fuck-Wad? Can’t you take a little joke? Rick Vaughn: Real fucking funny, asshole. Lou Brown: All right—[shouting]—All right! Knock that shit off. Roger Dorn: Lou, you bett…
— David S. Ward, Rick 'Wild Thing' Vaughn, Charlie Sheen, imdb.com
[Willie Mays Hayes has just made a ‘basket catch’ to end the inning] Nice catch, Hayes. Don’t ever fuckin’ do it again.
Harry Doyle: [after Vaughn accidentally hits Coleman of the Yankees] Uh-oh. Lou Brown: Interesting. Harry Doyle: [Seeing the umpire throw out Vaughn] 'Bout time; it’s eight-nothing. Umpire: You, you’re gone. Rick Vaughn: What? Umpire: You hear me, you’re gone. Rick Vaughn: He was on top of the plate…
— David S. Ward, Rick 'Wild Thing' Vaughn, Charlie Sheen, imdb.com
Indians Fan: Hey, Vaughn. Can I have your autograph? [Hands Vaughn a matchbox with a pen] Rick Vaughn: Sure. [while signing the matchbox] Rick Vaughn: My first autograph. I couldn’t give these away a few weeks ago. Indians Fan: I heard your news on the radio. You made their hall of shame. Rick Vaugh…
— David S. Ward, Rick 'Wild Thing' Vaughn, Charlie Sheen, imdb.com
Rick Vaughn: [Seeing Harris take off his shirt, revealing white stuff on his chest] What’s that shit on your chest? Eddie Harris: [Looking at his chest] Crisco. Eddie Harris: [wiping it across his head] Eddie Harris: Bardol. Eddie Harris: [wiping it along his waistline] Eddie Harris: Vagisil. Any on…
— David S. Ward, Rick 'Wild Thing' Vaughn, Charlie Sheen, imdb.com
[Rick thinks he’s been cut from the team] Rick Vaughn: I got news for you, Mr. Brown—you haven’t heard the last of me. You may think I’m shit now, but someday you’re gonna be sorry you cut me. I’m gonna catch on somewhere else and every time that I pitch against you I’m gonna stick it up your fuckin…
— David S. Ward, Rick 'Wild Thing' Vaughn, Charlie Sheen, imdb.com
Harry Doyle: One hit, that's all we got, one goddamn hit? Assistant: You can't say 'goddamn' on the air. Harry Doyle: Don't worry, nobody is listening anyway.