The Sandlot1993

Squints:
Oh, no!

[A snooty rival baseball team, whom the Sandlot kids are enemies with arrive in their uniforms and bicycles. The Sandlot kids soon arrive to confront their rivals.]

Phillips:
Ah, it's easy when you play with a bunch of rejects and a fat kid, Rodriguez.

Benny:
Shut your mouth, Phillips!

Ham Porter:
What'd you say, crap face?!

Phillips:
I said, you shouldn't even be allowed to touch a baseball. Except for Rodriguez, you're all an insult to the game.

Ham Porter:
Come on! We'll take you on, right here! Right now! Come on!

Sandlot Kids:
Yeah!

Phillips:
We play on a real diamond, Porter. You ain't good enough to lick the dirt off our cleats.

Ham Porter:
Watch it, jerk!

Phillips:
Shut up, idiot!

Ham Porter:
Moron!

Phillips:
Scab eater!

Ham Porter:
Butt sniffer!

Phillips:
Pus licker!

Ham Porter:
Fart smeller!

Bertram:
[sniffs] Ahh.

Phillips:
You eat dog crap for breakfast, geek!

Ham Porter:
You mix your Wheaties with your mama's toe jam!

Sandlot Kids:
Yeah!

Phillips:
You bob for apples in the toilet! And you like it!

Ham Porter:
You play ball like a girl!

[entire group stands in shocked silence; the Sandlot kids start laughing]

Phillips:
What did you say?

Ham Porter:
You heard me.

Phillips:
Tomorrow. Noon, at our field. Be there, buffalo-butt breath.

Ham Porter:
Count on it, pee-drinking crap-face!

Kids:
Yeah!