Boys of Summerville

Rocky:
Oh my gaw, bro! Look! [points to Peter's car] Hey, you want me to go in there and kick her crap for you?

Murr:
Bible says you're not supposed to hit girls, Rocky.

Peter:
Don't Worry Murr. I'm going to keep Rocky on a short leash tonight. [Peter gets out of car]

Murr:
Okay, Pee Pee.

Rocky:
Hey I'll be right there, Peter. Got to get my look on. [checks himself in the rear-view mirror] And Murr! You better not start telling me that I can't drink or smoke or pick up women.

Murr:
[long awkward pause] You're going to Hell, Rocky.

Billy:
[sees Rocky walk by, mustache covered in icing] Hey, mister... did you eat my cake?

Rocky:
What? No. I was in the bathroom.

Billy:
Then what's all over you're mustache?

Billy's Father:
[walking up to meet Billy] Hey Billy. What's the problem, buddy?

Billy:
He ate my cake, dad! [points to Rocky]

Billy's Father:
Sir? Did you eat my son's birthday cake?

Rocky:
Listen, man, I said I didn't!

Billy:
Yes you did! You ate my cake and you owe me another cake!

Rocky:
Hey, listen you little butt munch! I didn't eat your cake and I don't owe you another cake!

Billy's Mother:
You have no right to talk to my song that way!

Rocky:
I can talk however I want! I play softball!

Peter:
You do know you still owe me from the pool game the other night.

Sam:
I already told you, Peter. No date.

Peter:
Not a date. Just good old fashioned work. I'll be at the house around 9:00 and you better be there.

Sam:
Now work... I can stomach.

Peter:
Oh, so she does have a sense of humor!

Sam:
Obviously. I laughed my butt of watching you skate.

Peter:
Yeah and if you tell anyone about that... I will kill you.

Peter:
How's it going Jack. [Jack takes a drink from his flask] You know... it's none of my business, but... I've learned that the "hair of the dog" saying really doesn't hold much water.

Jack:
You know, you're right, Pete. It's none of your damn business.

Reverend Mike:
[after listening to a story Peter was telling the team] You know, Peter... I think that's the first time I've heard you mention your dad since you've been back.

Peter:
Well... I guess there are a few good memories left.

Reverend Mike:
Oh, I'd say there's a lot more than just a few. That was a great story, Pete.

Rocky:
Michelle... this is a tape of me and my last girlfriend.

Michelle:
Oh, Rocky, I'm flattered, but I really don't think that's any of my business!

Rocky:
Huh? Wait, no, this one ain't that. I don't think. [reads label] No. This one ain't that.

Sam:
[hold up old softball hat belonging to Peter's dad] You keep the hat... we got a date.

Peter:
What is your deal with that stupid hat?

Sam:
Fine then. No date! [begins to walk out the door]

Peter:
Wait! [grabs hat from Sam's hand] Fine. I'll keep the hat. Is 7:00 okay?

Sam:
Fine by me, but... I have to go. I do have a job other than doing all of your work.

Peter:
See? Leaving again. Totally afraid of commitment.

Sam:
Funny! Bite me.

Rocky:
[looking at a picture of Peter's dad with his old softball team] Remember how I'd spend the night almost every Friday just so we could wake up early on Saturday to go watch him play?

Peter:
I remember how I'd want to sleep in and you'd drag me to those games.

Rocky:
Bull, Peter. You loved watching your dad play and you know it. And I'd say it helped, too, because you was looking just like him out there...

Peter:
[grabs Rocky by the shoulders] Look. Just because you loved to watch the man play... doesn't mean everyone else did.

Rocky:
[at open mic night] Let's see I did a song for Porky's Bar-B-Q Pit, the Sweaty Dog Hair Salon... Hey, I even did one for Mayor Higgins when he was running for mayor last year!

Mayor Higgins:
And that's what everyone says won me another 4 years!

Rocky:
Rock on! Hey I bet you'd have even won if there was someone running against you, too!

Mayor Higgins:
Don't you know it!

Jack:
You still think your dad was some big shot, don't you? My dad could run faster than your dad, throw harder than your dad, and hit further than your dad. But he never got half the respect that your daddy got.

Peter:
Well, maybe that's because your dad never respected himself to stay sober for a game or two!

Jack:
Well at least my dad has respect from his own kid!

Peter:
The only reason your dad's still alive because my father took his drunk ass to rehab!

Jack:
Well here we go! Here we go everybody! The almighty Buddy Davis and his son Saint Peter!