Bull Durham1988

Nuke:
How come you don't like me?

Crash:
Because you don't respect yourself, which is your problem. But you don't respect the game, and that's my problem. You got a gift.

Nuke:
I got a what?

Crash:
You got a gift. When you were a baby, the Gods reached down and turned your right arm into a thunderbolt. You got a Hall-of-Fame arm, but you're pissing it away.

Nuke:
I ain't pissing nothing away. I got a Porsche already; a 911 with a quadrophonic Blaupunkt.

Crash:
Christ, you don't need a quadrophonic Blaupunkt! What you need is a curveball! In the Show, everyone can hit a fastball.

Nuke:
Well, how would you know? YOU been in the majors? Pft!

Crash:
...Yeah, I've been in the majors. [Players mutter in surprise]

Player:
You were in the Show, man?

Crash:
Yeah, I was in the Show. I was in the Show for 21 days once. The twenty-one greatest days of my life. You know, you never handle your luggage in the Show? Somebody else carries your bags, it's great. You hit white balls for batting practice. Ballparks are like cathedrals. The hotels all have room service. The women all have long legs and brains.

Player:
They're really hot, huh?

Crash:
And so are the pitchers. They throw ungodly breaking stuff in the Show. Exploding sliders. [To LaLoosh] You could be one of those guys. Nuke could be one of those guys. But you don't give a f***, Meat.