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.
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: You handled it like shit!
Buttermaker: Those boys aren't very rough. You won't get hurt.
Amanda: That's got nothing to do with it. I'm almost 12 and I'll... I'll be getting a bra soon. [pause, looks at her chest] Well, maybe in a year or so. I can't be playing all dumb baseball.
Tanner: All we got on this team are a buncha Jews, spics, niggers, pansies, and a booger-eatin' moron!
Ogilvie: Tanner, I think you need to be reminded from time to time that you are one of the few people on this team who is not a Jew, spic, nigger, pansy or booger-eating moron. So you'd better cool it or we may be disposed to beat the crap out of you.
Buttermaker: [after the Bears lose 18-0] Come on, fellas. Rome wasn't built in a day.
Ogilvie: Yeah, it took several hundred years.
Buttermaker: [trying to console Ahmad after his errors in the first loss] There was nothing easy about those fly balls, Ahmad. They were tough chances! The sun was in your eyes!
Ahmad: Don't give me none of your honky bullshit, Buttermaker. I know they were easy.
Buttermaker: Let's not bring race into this, Ahmad. We got enough problems as it is.
Buttermaker: [looks at Tanner's black eye] What the hell happened to you, Tanner?