Rookie

Lorri:
Jim Morris, I'm a Texas woman, which means I don't need the help of a man to keep things running.

Hunter:
But Dad...

Jimmy:
No buts about it... I'm getting enough butts as it is.

Jimmy:
You know what we get to do today, Brooks? We get to play baseball.

Tryout Catcher:
Pitch... pitch... man, you were bringing some heat up there!

Jimmy:
Come on...

Tryout Catcher:
You got 'em talkin'!

Jimmy:
Naww...

Tryout Catcher:
You got 'em talkin'... good job, man.

Dave Patterson:
Jimmy, how fast were you throwing fifteen years ago?

Jimmy:
Slow enough to where scouts stopped using the word "fast".

Dave Patterson:
Seriously, how fast were you throwing?

Jimmy:
I don't know... 85-86?

Dave Patterson:
You just threw 98 miles an hour.

Jimmy:
Nawww!

Dave Patterson:
Twelve straight pitches, three radar guns. Same thing on all of 'em.

Jimmy:
Look, Dave, there's no way...

Dave Patterson:
Jimmy, I've been a scout for a long time, and the number one rule is, arms slow down when they get old. Now, if I call the office and tell 'em I got a guy here almost twice these kids' age, I'm gonna get laughed at. But, if I don't call in a 98-mile-an-hour fastball, I'm gonna get fired! I'm just saying there's a chance you might get a call on this.

Dave Patterson:
You figure out what I saw out there today, you let me know.