Monty Brewster: Gentlemen, do you think I'm a lowlife?
Tailor: Oh no, Mr. Brewster. Not with these clothes.
Monty Brewster: Marilyn? I could die in this room.
Spike Nolan: Monty, this is Hackensack, NJ. No scout comes here, you understand that. Trains are going through the outfield right now. But you strike this guy out, I'll take you with me tonight and get you drunk, that's a promise.
Charley Pegler: Upon watching his infield screw up a simple three-base toss during practice: "Great! That's great! Tinker to Evers to Shit!"
Monty Brewster: Why is it when there's trouble we're the ones that get into it. I mean, there's a bar full of people and we're the only ones in jail.
Spike Nolan: I don't think it's racial you know, because I'm in here with you.
Monty Brewster: That's comforting.
