'How's your wife and my kids?' ~ Heywood
'Yo, bartender, Jobu needs a refill.' ~ Eddie Harris
'Don't you guys go anywhere. I plan to put on a hitting display.' ~ Willie Mays Hayes
'Come on Dorn, get in front of the damn ball! Don't give me this "olé" bullshit!' ~ Lou Brown
'Willie Mays Hayes. I hit like Mays, and I run like Hayes.' ~ Willie Mays Hayes
'You may run like Hayes. but you hit like shit.' ~ Lou Brown
'Hats for bats, keep bats warm.' ~ Pedro Cerrano
'Cerrano's looking for some extra power for tonight. He's looking to sacrifice a live chicken. Man, we can't have people puking in the locker room before the game!' ~ Willie Mays Hayes
'We should've got the live chicken.' ~ Willie Mays Hayes
'Up your butt, Jobu.' ~ Eddie Harris
'All right people, we got 10 minutes 'till game time, let's all gather 'round. I'm not much for giving inspirational addresses, but I'd just like to point out that every newspaper in the country has picked us to finish last. The local press seems to think that we'd save everyone the time and trouble if we just went out and shot ourselves. Me, I'm for wasting sportswriters' time. So I figured we ought to hang around for a while and see if we can give 'em all a nice big shitburger to eat!' ~ Lou Brown
'Is very bad to steal Jobu's rum. Is very bad.' ~ Pedro Cerrano
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