Radio Sportscaster: This week, on "The World of sports": When the boys are overseas, and off to war, baseball pitches in for the war effort. Trading bats for bullets, Yankees star Joe DiMaggio promises to give those Nazis a jolt. Ace fire baller, Bob Feller, has traded Cleveland gray for navy blue. Baseball biggest stars say: Look out Mr. Hitler, the Yanks are coming, not to mention the Indians, Red Sox, and Tigers.
Ma Keller: Don't run, you'll scare the chickens.
Ma Keller: For goodness sake, Kit, keep your voice down, your father is listening to the radio.
[Mae is in confession; a thud is heard]
Doris Murphy: It's the second time he dropped that bible since she's been in.
[Mae comes out, reverend looks shocked]
Doris Murphy: Mae. What did you say?
Mae Mordabito: Everything.
Mae Mordabito: ...And what am I supposed to do, huh? Go back to taxi dancin'? Ten cents so some slob can sweat gin all over me? I'm never doin' that again! So you go back there! And you tell "Mr. Rich Old Chocolate Man" that he ain't closing ME down!
Dottie Hinson: How good am I?
Jimmy Dugan: You stink, you're lousy, you're only the best player in the league.
Dottie Hinson: You ever been married?
Jimmy Dugan: Well, let me think... yeah, twice.
Dottie Hinson: Any children?
Jimmy Dugan: One of them was, yeah.
Jimmy Dugan: Evelyn, could you come here for a second? Which team do you play for?
Evelyn Gardner: Well, I'm a Peach.
Jimmy Dugan: Well I was just wonderin' why you would throw home when we got a two-run lead. You let the tying run get on second base and we lost the lead because of you. Start using your head. That's the lump that's three feet above your ass.
[Evelyn starts to cry]
Jimmy Dugan: Are you crying? Are you crying? ARE YOU CRYING? There's no crying, there's no crying in baseball. Rogers Hornsby was my manager, and he called me a talking pile of pigshit. And that was when my parents drove all the way down from Michigan to see me play the game. And did I cry? NO. NO. And do you know why?
Evelyn Gardner: No, no, no.
Jimmy Dugan: Because there's no crying in baseball.
[Jimmy has just signed a baseball for a little boy]
Little Boy: [reading] Avoid the clap, Jimmy Dugan.
Jimmy Dugan: Hey, that's good advice!
Doris Murphy: Evelyn. Your kid ate the line up.
Ernie Capadino: Come on now, one foot in front of the other, see?
Mae Mordabito: Evelyn. Evelyn. I'm sorry but I have to kill your son.
[Jimmy discovers Dottie has returned for the World Series]
Dottie Hinson: Hey, Jimmy. What's wrong with you? Don't you ever shave? You look like shit.
Jimmy Dugan: [grinning] We're gonna win. We're GONNA WIN.
Doris Murphy: What are you lookin' at?
Dottie Hinson: Nothing.
Doris Murphy: That's right, nothin'.
[Upon seeing Marla drunk and singing with the band]
Dottie Hinson: What did you give her?
Doris Murphy: Just a new dress.
Mae Mordabito: And a whole lotta liquor.
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