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Eddie Harris:
Hey, Lou. Aren't we gonna have a prayer? [Dorn rolls his eyes and sighs] Eddie Harris:
I mean, uh, we're not all savages, like Cerrano over there. Pedro Cerrano:
Cállate, cabrón! Lou Brown:
You guys go ahead. Eddie Harris:
Oh, well, ok. Uh, let's, all bow our heads. Roger Dorn:
Excuse me I'll be in my office. [Dorn folds his newspaper, rises from his chair and walks out, making a fanning gesture behind his backside] Eddie Harris:
Dear heavenly father, we humbly pray that you will guide... [Cerrano ignites his ritual smoke with his cigar, which explodes with a loud bang] Eddie Harris:
Jesus Christ Cerrano! Pedro Cerrano:
Have to wake up bat! Eddie Harris:
Ok, shit. Can we try this again?
Hey, Lou. Aren't we gonna have a prayer? [Dorn rolls his eyes and sighs] Eddie Harris:
I mean, uh, we're not all savages, like Cerrano over there. Pedro Cerrano:
Cállate, cabrón! Lou Brown:
You guys go ahead. Eddie Harris:
Oh, well, ok. Uh, let's, all bow our heads. Roger Dorn:
Excuse me I'll be in my office. [Dorn folds his newspaper, rises from his chair and walks out, making a fanning gesture behind his backside] Eddie Harris:
Dear heavenly father, we humbly pray that you will guide... [Cerrano ignites his ritual smoke with his cigar, which explodes with a loud bang] Eddie Harris:
Jesus Christ Cerrano! Pedro Cerrano:
Have to wake up bat! Eddie Harris:
Ok, shit. Can we try this again?
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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.




