May 09, 2004 03:01
"Well I believe in the soul. The cock, the pussy, the small of a woman's back, the hangin' curve ball, high fiber, good scotch. That the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgant over-rated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone, I believe there oughta be a Constitutional Amendment outlawing astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas eve. And I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last 3 days."
-=This scene occurs in the middle of a baseball game=-
"'Excuse me, what the hell's goin on out here?'(assistant coach)
'Well, Nuke's scared cuz his eyelids are jammed and his old man's here. We need a live roo- was it a live rooster? We need a live rooster to take the curse off Jose's glove, and nobody seems to know what to get Millie or Jimmie for their wedding present. Is that about right?' (crash, catcher)
'Yeah, that's right'(second baseman)
'We're dealing with a lotta shit.'(crash)
'Okay, well, uh, candlesticks always make a nice gift, and uh, maybe we can find out where she's registered, maybe a placesetting or a silverware pattern is good. Okay, let's get two. Let's go' (asst. coach)
"I believe in the church of baseball. I've tried all the major religions and most of the minor ones. I've worshipped Buddha, Allah, Brahma, Vishnu, Siva, trees, mushrooms and Isadora Duncan."