A League of Their Own (1992)

Lori Petty: Kit Keller - Pitcher

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• [Ernie sees Dottie and Kit vigorously milking cows] 

  Ernie Capadino : Ow. Doesn't that hurt them?

  Dottie Hinson : Doesn't seem to.

  Ernie Capadino : Well, that would bruise the hell out of me.

  Dottie Hinson : Who ARE you?

  Ernie Capadino : I'm Ernie Capadino. I'm a baseball scout. I saw you playing today. Not bad, not bad. You ever heard of Walter Harvey, makes Harvey bars - you know, the candy?

  Dottie Hinson : Yeah. We feed them to the cows when they're constipated.

  Ernie Capadino : That's the guy. He's starting a girls' baseball league, so he can make a buck while the boys are overseas. Wanna play?

  Dottie Hinson : Huh?

  Ernie Capadino : Nice retort. Tryouts are in Chicago. It's a real league, professional.

  Kit Keller : Professional - baseball?

  Ernie Capadino : Mmm-hmm. They'll pay you 75 dollars a week.

  Kit Keller : We only make 30 at the dairy.

  Ernie Capadino : Well then, this would be more, wouldn't it?

• Dottie Hinson : Lay off the high ones!

  Kit Keller : I like the high ones!

  Dottie Hinson : Mule!

  Kit Keller : Nag!

• Kit Keller : Hey, Dottie? thanks for gettin' me into the league.

  Dottie Hinson : You got yourself into the league. I just got you on the train.

• Kit Keller : You ever hear Dad introduce us to people? "This is our daughter Dottie, and this is our other daughter, Dottie's sister." Should've just had you and bought a dog!

• Mae Mordabito : [at Tryouts]  Ya know they got over a hundred girls here. So some of yous are going home.

  Kit Keller : What do you mean some of us?

  [Doris throws a fast ball at Kit, which Dottie catches with her bare hands] 

  Mae Mordabito : OK, some of them are going home.

  Doris Murphy : Hey, how'd you do that?

• Kit Keller : [while the team is stranded out on the road]  Dottie, you going to come with us?

  Dottie Hinson : Where are you going?

  Mae Mordabito : A road house called the Sud's Bucket.

  Dottie Hinson : Ah, no. You know, I'm married...

  Doris Murphy : C'mon Dottie, you ain't on the farm any more, live a little bit!

  Miss Cuthbert : Girls, girls, please! Mr. Goosatelli shan't be returning.

  [Goes back on the bus] 

  Dottie Hinson : Hey, what are you going to do about Ms. Cuthbert? How are you going to get past her?

  Kit Keller : Mae's going to poison her dinner.

  Dottie Hinson : WHAT?

  [Girls laugh] 

• Dottie Hinson : It was an important game; it got us into the playoffs.

  Kit Keller : I could have finished.

  Dottie Hinson : The way you were pitching, Stilwell could have hit off you.

• Dottie Hinson : I'm so sick of being blamed for every thing that's bothering you. I got you into this league, God damnit! I didn't even want to be here.

  Kit Keller : Then why are you still here?

• Kit Keller : My train leaves at eight o'clock, I've got ten minutes to pack.

  Dottie Hinson : Well, if you have any trouble, you know who to blame.

• Kit Keller : Wait, can't you just watch me pitch? Dottie, get your mitt! I'll throw him a few!

  Ernie Capadino : No, no, no. Now look, I know the goods when I see the goods

  [Gestures to Dottie] 

  Ernie Capadino : She's the goods. I'm sorry.

  [Puts his hand on Kit's arm in apology, then pauses and feels the muscle in Kit's arm] 

  Ernie Capadino : Hmm...

  [Cow moos behind him] 

  Ernie Capadino : Will you shut up!

  [to Kit] 

  Ernie Capadino : You're a pitcher, huh?

  Kit Keller : Yeah.

  Ernie Capadino : [Looks back at Dottie for a moment]  I'll tell you what: she comes, you can come too. And if you stink, it'll only cost us a train ticket.

  [Tries to walk through a group of chickens] 

  Ernie Capadino : And keep these wild animals away from me! Haven't you ever heard of a leash?

• Kit Keller : Um... Dottie. Listen, I'm sorry I knocked you over.

  Dottie Hinson : No, you're not.

  Kit Keller : You were blocking the entire plate! How'd you expect me to - ?

  Dottie Hinson : Look, that's how the game is played. You won the game. You wanted it more than me.

  Kit Keller : I think I jammed my shoulder if it makes you feel any better?

  Dottie Hinson : A little. Look, I'm going back to the hotel, then Bob and I are driving back to Oregon. You're welcome to come with us.

  Kit Keller : No, you two should be alone. I'd just be in the way.

  Dottie Hinson : When do you think you'll be coming home?

  Kit Keller : Well, some of the girls have been talking about... staying around here and, you know, and getting jobs. I really like it here.

  Dottie Hinson : Christmas?

  Kit Keller : Um... I d... I don't know. But you're coming back next year, right?

  Dottie Hinson : No. Uh, I want to have kids. We want to have kids.

  Kit Keller : D... Dottie, you got your whole life to have kids. You couldn't give this up, you'd miss this too much.

  Dottie Hinson : [laughing]  Miss it? You mean miss putting on all this gear? Catching a double header in a 100 degree heat? Pushing the bus through mud? Getting slammed into every other day by a... base runner? You think I'm gonna miss that?

  Kit Keller : Yeah.

  Dottie Hinson : I'll tell you what I'll miss. Well, I'll miss the girls. I'll miss you, Kit.

  Kit Keller : Me?

  Dottie Hinson : Yeah, how many sisters do you think I have?

  [Kit runs over and hugs Dottie, passionately] 

  Dottie Hinson : I love you, Kit.

  Kit Keller : Really?

  Dottie Hinson : Yeah.

  Kit Keller : Just when I want you to stay, you're leaving.

  [They hug a little longer, then pull away] 

  Kit Keller : Well, thank you for getting me into the league, Dottie.

  Dottie Hinson : You got yourself into the league. I got you on the train.

  [They laugh] 

  Dottie Hinson : Play great.

  Kit Keller : Like you.

  Dottie Hinson : Stay in touch, you hear? Come home every once in a while.

  [Kit performs a Military "Yes, Sir" motion] 

  Dottie Hinson : If you don't, I'm gonna come back here and hit line drives at your head, okay?

  [laughs] 

  Dottie Hinson : Go on.

  Kit Keller : [Hugging Dottie once more]  I love you. And you are gonna miss this. I don't care what you say.

  Dottie Hinson : Yeah.

• Charlie Collins, Racine Coach : Okay, come on. We got a lot to do, let's settle down. You are the first...

  [Sees Shirley Baker over at the lists] 

  Charlie Collins, Racine Coach : Honey, are you supposed to be here or are you on the cut list?

  [Shirley doesn't respond] 

  Charlie Collins, Racine Coach : Look, I'm sorry, but if you're cut, you have to leave the field.

  Shirley Baker : [Almost in tears]  Mm-hmm

  Charlie Collins, Racine Coach : Well, are you cut? Oh, just look on the list. It's either Rockford, Racine, Kenosha, or South Bend.

  [Shirtley turns to the lists, starting cry, as Helen Haley approaches her] 

  Helen Haley : Hi.

  Shirley Baker : Hi.

  Helen Haley : Um, can you read, honey?

  Helen Haley : Alright. What's your name?

  Shirley Baker : Shirley Baker.

  Helen Haley : Shirley Baker. Let's have a look.

  [She looks at the Rockford Peaches list first and spots Shirley's name] 

  Helen Haley : This is you.

  [Shirley laughs happily] 

  Helen Haley : You're with us. You're a Rockford Peach.

  Charlie Collins, Racine Coach : [Smiling]  Go join your team.

  [Shirley joins the Rockford Peaches, sitting down next to Marla] 

  Charlie Collins, Racine Coach : Now, you are the first girls in the All American Girls Profession Baseball League. My name is Charlie Collins. I'll be managing the Racine team when the season begins.

  [Racine team cheers] 

  Charlie Collins, Racine Coach : Now, at the end of practice today, you're all gonna be fitted for your uniforms and this is what they're gonna look like. Pretty darned nifty if you ask me.

  [Model walks up on the platform in a wool uniform complete with a miniskirt] 

  Unnamed Ball Player #1 : You can't slide in that!

  Doris Murphy : Hey, that's a dress!

  Mae Mordabito : It's half a dress! Excuse me, but that's not a baseball uniform!

  Doris Murphy : Yeah, what do you think we are? Baseball players or ballerinas?

  Kit Keller : [to Dottie]  It's awfully short.

  Dottie Hinson : Short? I'm gonna have to squat in that thing.

  Unnamed Ball Player #2 : I can't wear that. My husband'll kill me.

  [Ira Lowenstein approaches] 

  Helen Haley : Excuse me, sir.

  Ira Lowenstein : Ladies...

  Shirley Baker : Excuse me.

  Ira Lowenstein : If you can't play ball in this, you can't play ball with us. Now, there are 38 girls on a train ride home, who'll play in a bathing suit, if I ask them.

  Mae Mordabito : Yeah, well, there are no pockets for my cigarettes.

  [Doris laughs] 

  Ira Lowenstein : Ah, there is no smoking. There is also no drinking and no men.

  [Mae gets up, angry, ready to leave, but Doris pulls Mae back down against her will, with Mae sitting back down, frustrated] 

  Ira Lowenstein : . All of your activities will be approved through your chaperones. And you will also be taking regular classes at Charm and Beauty school.

  Doris Murphy : For what?

  Ira Lowenstein : Every girl in this league is going to be a lady.

  [Marla looks scared] 

• Doris Murphy : [Balancing the bottom of a baseball bat on the tip of her index finger]  Hey, Mae.

  Mae Mordabito : What?

  Doris Murphy : Come here and look at this.

  Mae Mordabito : Wait a second, Doris!

  Doris Murphy : I can't wait any longer, so get up!

  Mae Mordabito : [Tying her shoe, looks up]  So.

  Doris Murphy : Yeah, so, I ain't done yet. Watch.

  [Flips bat, lands on the opposite side in the palm of her hand] 

  Mae Mordabito : That's it?

  Doris Murphy : Yeah, you can't do it.

  Mae Mordabito : I could do it. How long you been working it on it?

  Doris Murphy : What? Took me about year. Not counting them 2 months I was in the hospital, though. Bat hit me right in the head. Bam!

  Mae Mordabito : Really?

  Doris Murphy : Yep.

  Mae Mordabito : You had to have knocked your behind 'cause that looks really swollen.

  Doris Murphy : [Dropping the bat in a tough manner, confronting Mae with a whiny tone]  Hey, what the heck kind of a think is that to say to me, Mae?

  Mae Mordabito : I'm sorry.

  Doris Murphy : That ain't funny.

  Mae Mordabito : I'm sorry. I'm just nervous all right - -

  [They see Dottie, Kit, and Marla staring at them] 

  Mae Mordabito : - -What are you looking at?

  Doris Murphy : Yeah, what are you looking at?

  Dottie Hinson : Nothing.

  Doris Murphy , Mae Mordabito : Yeah right, nothing.

  Kit Keller : All these girls gonna be in the league?

  Mae Mordabito : [Taking a puff of her cigarette and exhaling the smoke]  You wish.

  Doris Murphy : Yeah, you do wish.

  Mae Mordabito : They're gonna have 4 teams, 16 girls to a team.

  Dottie Hinson : [to Kit]  64 girls.

  Doris Murphy : Yeah, what are you, a genius?

  Mae Mordabito : You know, they got over 100 girls, so, um, some of you are gonna have to go home.

  [They start to walk away, talking to each other] 

  Mae Mordabito : Come on, Doris. Some people are real jerks.

  Kit Keller : What do you mean some of us?

  Mae Mordabito : Do it.

  [Doris throws a baseball at Dottie, who catches the ball with her bare hands, impressing Doris and Mae] 

  Mae Mordabito : Okay, some of them are going home.

  Doris Murphy : Hey, how did you do that? How did you do that?

  [Dottie, Kit, and Marla walk on their way, with Dottie tossing the ball back to Doris, as Doris is still talking to Dottie] 

  Doris Murphy : . Hey? You caught that? Hello?

  Mae Mordabito : Doris? Come on. Don't take such offense.

  Doris Murphy : She caught it with her bare hand.

  Mae Mordabito : I know. Ssh.

• Dottie Hinson : [She and Kit are walking back home from their industrial league game]  Ow! Would you stop kicking the rocks?

  Kit Keller : I'm sorry. The game just has me so mad.

  Dottie Hinson : Kit, we won. Get mad if we lose.

  Kit Keller : That last pitch was right down the middle! If I'd swung at that, I would be the big hero... but you got me so crazy-!

  Dottie Hinson : All I said was lay off the high ones.

  Kit Keller : "Good thing your sister bailed ya out, Kit! Heh-heh!" "Kit, why don't you get yer sister to teach ya how to hit?" "Kit, why can't you be beautiful like that sister of yours-"

  Dottie Hinson : What idiot said that?

  Kit Keller : No one... but I know that's what they were thinking!

  Dottie Hinson : No, it's not.

  Kit Keller : No? Ever hear Dad introduce us to people? "This is our daughter, Dottie. And this is our other daughter, Dottie's sister." They should've just had you and bought a dog!

  Dottie Hinson : Mitch Swilley likes you.

  Kit Keller : Mitch Swilley's one step up from dating pigs!

  Dottie Hinson : But, an important step.