Um... Dottie. Listen, I'm sorry I knocked you over. No, you're not. You were blocking the...

Kit Keller: Um... Dottie. Listen, I'm sorry I knocked you over. Dottie Hinson: No, you're not. Kit Keller: You were blocking the entire plate! How'd you expect me to - ? Dottie Hinson: Look, that's how the game is played. You won the game. You wanted it more than me. Kit Keller: I think I jammed my shoulder if it makes you feel any better? Dottie Hinson: A little. Look, I'm going back to the hotel, then Bob and I are driving back to Oregon. You're welcome to come with us. Kit Keller: No, you two should be alone. I'd just be in the way. Dottie Hinson: When do you think you'll be coming home? Kit Keller: Well, some of the girls have been talking about... staying around here and, you know, and getting jobs. I really like it here. Dottie Hinson: Christmas? Kit Keller: Um... I d... I don't know. But you're coming back next year, right? Dottie Hinson: No. Uh, I want to have kids. We want to have kids. Kit Keller: D... Dottie, you got your whole life to have kids. You couldn't give this up, you'd miss this too much. Dottie Hinson: [laughing] Miss it? You mean miss putting on all this gear? Catching a double header in a 100 degree heat? Pushing the bus through mud? Getting slammed into every other day by a... base runner? You think I'm gonna miss that? Kit Keller: Yeah. Dottie Hinson: I'll tell you what I'll miss. Well, I'll miss the girls. I'll miss you, Kit. Kit Keller: Me? Dottie Hinson: Yeah, how many sisters do you think I have? [Kit runs over and hugs Dottie, passionately] Dottie Hinson: I love you, Kit. Kit Keller: Really? Dottie Hinson: Yeah. Kit Keller: Just when I want you to stay, you're leaving. [They hug a little longer, then pull away] Kit Keller: Well, thank you for getting me into the league, Dottie. Dottie Hinson: You got yourself into the league. I got you on the train. [They laugh] Dottie Hinson: Play great. Kit Keller: Like you. Dottie Hinson: Stay in touch, you hear? Come home every once in a while. [Kit performs a Military "Yes, Sir" motion] Dottie Hinson: If you don't, I'm gonna come back here and hit line drives at your head, okay? [laughs] Dottie Hinson: Go on. Kit Keller: [Hugging Dottie once more] I love you. And you are gonna miss this. I don't care what you say. Dottie Hinson: Yeah.

- I'm sorry I knocked you over. - No, you're not. You blocked the entire plate! How do you expect... You did what you had to. You just beat me. You wanted it more than me. I jammed my shoulder, if it makes you feel any better. A little. Bob and I are driving back to Oregon. You're welcome to come with us. No. You two should be alone. I'd just be in the way. When do you think you'll be coming home? Well, some of the girls talked about staying around here and getting jobs. I really like it here. Christmas? I... I don't know. But you're coming back next year, right? No. I wanna have kids. We wanna have kids. Dottie, you got plenty of time to have kids. You couldn't give this up. You'd miss it. Miss it? Miss putting on all this gear? Catching a double-header in 100-degree heat? Pushing the bus in mud? Getting slammed into every other day by a base runner? Think I'm gonna miss that? Yeah. - I'll tell you what I'll miss. - What? Well, I'll miss the girls. I'll miss you, Kit. Me? Yeah. How many sisters do you think I have? I love you, Kit. - Really? - Yeah. Just when I want you to stay, you're leaving. Well, thank you for getting me into the league, Dottie. You got yourself in the league. I got you on the train. Play great. Like you. You stay in touch, you hear? Come home every once in a while. If you don't, I'll come back and hit line drives at your head, okay? Go on. I love you. And you are gonna miss this. - I don't care what you say. - Yeah. - There's the winner! - Good game, Jimmy. - Good game, good manager. - Jimmy Dugan. - Hi, I'm a big fan of yours. - Hi. Yeah? I'm Dottie's husband. Oh, hey, hey. Well, then I'm a big fan of yours. - Yeah. - Well... Old man Harvey just... ...offered me a job managing next year in Wichita. Triple A? That's great. Good luck. I turned him down. - Why? - What do you mean, why? I already got a job. I'll see you. - All right. - Okay. Miss Cuthbert, save me my special seat, now, cutie! Meet you at the hotel. Really, Dad, thank you for coming. It was such a surprise to me. Hey, did you see Mae's catch, Dad? I'd rather see you play ball than that other stuff you used to do. What are you saying that for? You make her feel bad! All right. Steak dinner. On you. All right, I'll see you later. Kit, over here! Come on, let's go! Kit, come on! Come on, let's get going! - Bye! - Goodbye, sweetie! - That was Bob, huh? - Yeah. Nice guy. - Yeah. - Yeah. Well... Hey, Kit. Lay off of those high ones.