Hey, why don't you blow me, ump?
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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. Heywood:
Oh, c'mon that's horseshit. Lou Brown:
[to Pepper]
I think you can get him out of there. Rick Vaughn:
The ball slipped out of my hand, it was an accident. Umpire:
You threw at him intentionally. Rick Vaughn:
Oh, kiss my ass. Umpire:
Get out of here. Rick Vaughn:
You're full of shit, fuck you! Umpire:
Get out of here, rookie. Rick Vaughn:
Hey, why don't you blow me, ump?
[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. Heywood:
Oh, c'mon that's horseshit. Lou Brown:
[to Pepper]
I think you can get him out of there. Rick Vaughn:
The ball slipped out of my hand, it was an accident. Umpire:
You threw at him intentionally. Rick Vaughn:
Oh, kiss my ass. Umpire:
Get out of here. Rick Vaughn:
You're full of shit, fuck you! Umpire:
Get out of here, rookie. Rick Vaughn:
Hey, why don't you blow me, ump?
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Movie Summary
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 dream will come true, but she underestimates their will to succeed.
Actors
Harry Doyle
Lou Brown
