The Natural (1984)

Wilford Brimley: Pop Fisher

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• 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.

• Pop Fisher : Batting practice tomorrow, be there!

  Roy Hobbs : I have been. Every day.

• Pop Fisher : I shoulda been a farmer.

• Pop Fisher : People don't start playing ball at your age, they retire!

• 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!

• 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.

• 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 : C'mon Hobbs, knock the cover off the ball!

• Pop Fisher : [to his "best" pitcher who can't throw a strike]  Come on, Fowler! Throw strikes!

  Red Blow : Fowler's killing worms, Pop.