Quotes of: Mickey Keyword

[last lines] Mickey: You know, I was talking to your father before, and I was telling him that it's ironic I, I - used to always have Thanksgiving with Hannah, and I never thought that I could love anybody else. And here it is years later and I'm mar...

Hannah and Her Sisters

Gail: Two months ago, you thought you had a malignant melanoma. Mickey: Naturally, I, I- Do you know I- The sudden appearance of a black spot on my back! Gail: It was on your shirt! Mickey: I- How was I to know? Everyone was pointing back here.

Hannah and Her Sisters

Mickey Rourke was the Brad Renfro of the '80s.

Brad Renfro

I hate when people don't keep their word or they are late. Tardiness is a big pet peeve of mine.

Tim Hudson

If the world was perfect, it wouldn't be.

Yogi Berra

My skills are still my skills.

Floyd Mayweather, Jr.

I have a lot of respect for Mexico.

Nonito Donaire

We're the best team in baseball, but not by much.

Sparky Anderson

Well, you can't trust most people in this game, period; it can be a very shady business.

Marvin Hagler

Yankee Stadium, and the Yankees are so famous for Mickey Mantle, Joe DiMaggio, Lou Gehrig, all of those guys.

Bert Campaneris

I was 20 years old at Pearl Harbor. I was in the Navy about a year and four months before the war.

Barney Ross

The best thing about baseball is there's no homework.

Dan Quisenberry

The harder I train every day on the track and in the gym, the more trust I gain in myself.

Miguel Cotto

I'm not afraid to be lonely at the top.

Barry Bonds

All pitchers are liars or crybabies.

Yogi Berra

The good rising fastball is the best pitch in baseball.

Tom Seaver

All the money I have, I got it legally.

Floyd Mayweather, Jr.

Switching to the outfield was the best break I ever got.

Al Kaline

I don't look at myself as one of the best pitchers in the world.

Masahiro Tanaka

As one of nine men, DiMaggio is the best player that ever lived.

Connie Mack

Who are you?” I whispered, leaning forward and reaching across the table to touch his sternly gorgeous face, almost afraid he’d disappear beneath my fingertips. “The face of an angel, the soul of a poet, and the fists of a fighter. I don’t kn...

The Lonesome Young