The Sandlot 3

Benny:
All right now; I'm gonna give you a little more heat, OK?

DP:
Please hit this.

Tommy:
Mom, put down the phone. I don't think I have a concussion. I just think I'm dead.

Benny:
Maybe I should be lookin' in the same mirror you're lookin' in, kid.

Tommy:
No, I wouldn't really recommend that.

Two Ton:
Who does this kid think he is, Hank Aaron?

St. Agnus Coach:
I'm not lookin' for athletes, Earl. I'm lookin' for ballplayers. And I just found one.

Wings:
How ever can we repay you, Your... Holiness of Baseball?

Benny:
You got some talent, kid. There's a lot more to baseball than talent.

Two Ton:
Who names their dog Hercules?

Wok:
It was probably just some chihuahua or something. You know how people name their dog just the opposite of what they are.

Squints:
All right, Mr. Chairman, we accept the challenge. On one condition. The game for the sandlot is played on the sandlot.

DP:
This isn't the part where you go off about the Dodgers, the Hall of Fame, and your smokin' hot girlfriend, is it?

Wings:
Just try and hit my bat, OK?

Timber:
[Timber's pitch hits Wings in the groin] Sorry.

Wings:
[falls to ground in pain] Geez... Wrong bat, Timber!

DP:
Guys, look at this.

Q:
What are we gonna do about Timber's control problems?

Tommy:
I'll bet Wings has got some good ideas.

Wings:
[high-pitched voice] Timber, if I live... you'rE dead!

Earl Needman:
Two words... wood chipper.

Sara:
Good things happen to good people, Tommy.

Tommy:
AHHHHHH!

Sara:
Well, hello there, sleepyhead.

Tommy:
W-w-where am I?

Sara:
You're home, sweetheart.

Tommy:
No, no, no, something's really wrong. Mom? Am I dead?

Sara:
Now why would you ask such a silly thing?

Tommy:
Because I am wearing my Speed racer PJs that I havent seen in 30 years.

Sara:
All right, fine, I got a little backed up on the laundry; there's still a lot of unpacking to do. Don't worry, your Batman and Robin ones haven't run off.

Tommy:
Mom. Do you know how old I am?

Sara:
12, almost 13.

Sara:
No. I'm 41 years old, I live in Beverley Hills, I have a spokin' hot girlfriend who has her own reality show, I play center field for the Dodgers? And somehow I'm back here. And you're here, and the pancakes smell so real... that I think I am gonna throw up.

Tommy:
[after explaining why he's going to play on Neeman's tam] I can't risk my future for the sandlot, can I?

Timber:
[his first lines] Maybe you're the one who shouldn't speak for a while.

Ryan:
I have something to say.

Timber:
What?

Timber:
Did Ryan just speak?

Ryan:
If we give up now, we can say goodbye to the sandlot forever.

Two Ton:
But you don't...

Ryan:
Zip it, tubby! It's my turn to talk.