Rick Vaughn: What's that shit on your chest? Eddie Harris: Crisco? Bardol? Vagisil. Any one of them will give you another two to three inches drop on your curve ball. Of course if the umps are watching me real close I'll rub a little jalapeÃ±o up my nose, get it running, and if I need to load the ball up I just... wipe my nose.
Rick Vaughn: Fuck you. Roger Dorn: What's the matter, rookie Fuck-Wad? Can't you take a little joke? Rick Vaughn: Real fucking funny, asshole. Lou Brown: All right, all right. Knock that shit off. Roger Dorn: Lou, you better make it real clear to this little lady that I'm not about to take his shit. Lou Brown: Shut up, Dorn.