Squints: the kid is a L7 weenie. Yeah Yeah: yeah yeah, Oscar Myer even, footlong, dodger dog, a weenie! All: ohhh haha Benny Rodriguez: what are you laughing at Yeah Yeah? you run like a duck! Yeah Yeah: kay kay, but I'm... I'm... Benny Rodriguez: Pa...
Benny Rodriguez: Man, this is baseball. You gotta stop thinking. Just have fun. I mean, if you were having fun you would've caught that ball. You ever have a paper route? Smalls: I helped a guy once. Benny Rodriguez: Okay, well chuck it like you thro...
Ham Porter: This pop isn't workin', Benny! I'm bakin' like a toasted cheese-it! It's so hot here!
Squints: Come on, Benny. Man. The kid is a... [with his thumb and index fingers of both hands] Squints: L, 7, Weenie! Yeah Yeah: Yeah. Yeah. Oscar Meyer even.
Benny Rodriguez: [referring to the chewed-up baseball] That's really nice of you, but that ball really is signed by Babe Ruth. Mr. Mertle: So's this one... with the rest of the 1927 Yankees.
Timmy: Smalls, you mean to tell me you went home, swiped a ball that was signed by BABE RUTH, brought it out here and actually played with it? Tommy: And actually played with it?
Squints: I've been coming here every summer of my adult life, and every summer there she is oiling and lotioning, lotioning and oiling... smiling. I can't take this no more!
Ham Porter: You call that pitching? This is baseball! Not tennis!
Benny Rodriguez: Anyone who wants to be a can't-hack-it pantywaist who wears their mama's bra, raise your hand.
"The Babe": [looks at baseball card] Henry Aaron. I don't know why but can I have this, kid?
Squints: It's about time Benny, my clothes are goin' outa style. Yeah Yeah: They already are, Squints. Squints: Shut up.
Benny Rodriguez: [about Smalls' hat] Got a fireplace? Scotty Smalls: Yeah. Benny Rodriguez: Throw that in there, man.
Smalls: Oh yeah, the Great Bambino. Of course! I thought you said the Great Bambi. Ham Porter: That wimpy deer? Smalls: Yeah, I guess. Sorry.
Mr. Mertle: Baseball was life! And I was good at it... real good.
Yeah Yeah: [about Squints] Yeah yeah, he looks pretty crappy.
Narrator: [at the end, telling what became of his friends] Bertram?... Bertram got really into the 60s, and no one ever saw him again.
Toddler: Mommy, mommy, look at the doggie. Ow, that's a big doggie!
[repeated line] Narrator: And he/we did the dumbest thing anyone of us could ever have imagined.
