Quotes

Le meilleur

Pop Fisher: You know my mama wanted me to be a farmer.
Roy Hobbs: My dad wanted me to be a baseball player.
Pop Fisher: Well you're better than any player I ever had. And you're the best God damn hitter I ever saw. Suit up.

Pop Fisher: I'd have walked away from baseball and I'd have bought a farm.
Roy Hobbs: Nothing like a farm. Nothing like being around animals, fixing things. There's nothing like being in the field with the corn and the winter wheat. The greenest stuff you ever saw.
Pop Fisher: You know, my mother told me I ought to be a farmer.
Roy Hobbs: My dad wanted me to be a baseball player.
Pop Fisher: You're better than anyone I ever had. And you're the best goddamned hitter I ever saw. Suit up.

Ed Hobbs: You've got a gift Roy... but it's not enough - you've got to develop yourself. If you rely too much on your own gift... then... you'll fail.

Pop Fisher: My ma urged me to get out of this game. When I was a kid, she pleaded with me. And I meant to, you know what I mean? But she died.
Red Blow: Tough.
Pop Fisher: Now look at me. I'm wet nurse to a last-place, dead-to-the-neck-up ball club, and I'm choking to death!

Roy Hobbs: Red, it took me sixteen years to get here. You play me, and I'll give ya the best I got.
Red Blow: I believe ya.

Bartholomew 'Bump' Bailey: [after failing to catch a fly ball] I lost it in the sun.
Pop Fisher: [looks up at the cloudy sky] Blinding.

Iris Gaines: I believe we have two lives: the one we learn with, and the one we live with after that

Roy Hobbs: I coulda been better. I coulda broke every record in the book.
Iris Gaines: And then?
Roy Hobbs: And then? And then when I walked down the street people would've looked and they would've said there goes Roy Hobbs, the best there ever was in this game.

Al: You guys. You know, people are always running down amazing things. This guy Hobbs, you ain't seen nothing yet. I got a feeling...

Roy Hobbs: I'll take some coffee, then.
[Hobbs finds ball and glove on couch after viewing framed photos placed on furniture]
Iris Gaines: It's my son's. he means the world to me. he's a great kid.
Roy Hobbs: I'll bet he is. I'd like to meet him.
Iris Gaines: He's coming pretty soon.
Roy Hobbs: Is he with his father?
Iris Gaines: No. His father lives in New York. But, I'm thinking he needs his father; he's at that age. He needs him.
Roy Hobbs: Sure. A father makes all the difference.
Iris Gaines: [music starts as she turns her gaze away from the conversation and whispers] Yeah.
[looks at son's photo, turns to Hobbs and embraces him]
Iris Gaines: You gotta catch a train.
Roy Hobbs: I can stay.
Iris Gaines: I think you'd better go.
Roy Hobbs: Yeah. Okay.
Iris Gaines: Where to next?
Roy Hobbs: Boston. Sorry I missed your boy.

Pop Fisher: I wanted to win that pennant worse than I wanted any goddamned thing in my life. You'd think I could just this once, wouldn't you? I didn't care nothing about the Series. Win or lose, I would have been satisfied.

Pop Fisher: Hobbs. I'm sending you down Hobbs, Class B ball. Tomorrow you go to the Great Lakes Assocaition.
Roy Hobbs: All right. You make the rules.
Pop Fisher: That's right, that's right and you ain't been playing by 'em. Don't you remember signing a contract!
Roy Hobbs: I remember signing a contract, to play ball not to be put to sleep by some two bit carney hypnotist! I won't do that Pop! I can't.

Pop Fisher: [to his "best" pitcher who can't throw a strike] Come on, Fowler! Throw strikes!
Red Blow: Fowler's killing worms, Pop.

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