The Rookie
2002
Lorri: Jim Morris, I'm a Texas woman, which means I don't need the help of a man to keep things running.
Hunter: But Dad... Jimmy: No buts about it... I'm getting enough butts as it is.
Jimmy: You know what we get to do today, Brooks? We get to play baseball.
Tryout Catcher: Pitch... pitch... man, you were bringing some heat up there! Jimmy: Come on... Tryout Catcher: You got 'em talkin'! Jimmy: Naww... Tryout Catcher: You got 'em talkin'... good job, man.
Dave Patterson: Jimmy, how fast were you throwing fifteen years ago? Jimmy: Slow enough to where scouts stopped using the word "fast". Dave Patterson: Seriously, how fast were you throwing? Jimmy: I don't know... 85-86? Dave Patterson: You just threw 98 miles an hour. Jimmy: Nawww! Dave Patterson: Twelve straight pitches, three radar guns. Same thing on all of 'em. Jimmy: Look, Dave, there's no way... Dave Patterson: Jimmy, I've been a scout for a long time, and the number one rule is, arms slow down when they get old. Now, if I call the office and tell 'em I got a guy here almost twice these kids' age, I'm gonna get laughed at. But, if I don't call in a 98-mile-an-hour fastball, I'm gonna get fired! I'm just saying there's a chance you might get a call on this. (turns to leave, then turns around) You figure out what I saw out there today, you let me know.
Sanchez: So, Riv, what was it like watching the Babe play? Jimmy: You sure you wanna start this? Sanchez: How many fans did you lose when they raised ticket prices to 50 cents? Jimmy: Almost as many as we lose when you pitch! Brooks: Oooh! And this game is over, baby!