Major League II

1994 film by David S. Ward

Major League II is a 1994 sequel to the 1989 film Major League. Major League II stars most of the same cast from the original, including Charlie Sheen, Tom Berenger, and Corbin Bernsen. Absent from this film is Wesley Snipes, who played Willie Mays Hayes in the first film and who by 1994 had become a film star in his own right. Omar Epps took over his role.

Quotes

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[Rick Vaughn is pitching to Jack Parkman during practice]
Jack: What do you call that garbage?
Rick: That's the eliminator.
Jack: The eliminator?
Rick: I've got a new one I'll show ya. You get a piece of it, I'll let you name it.
[Vaughn pitches and Parkman hits the ball out of the park]
Jack I'd, uh...call it the masturbator.

Rube: Women: you can't live without them, and they can't pee standing up.

Rube: Hey, Pedro, guess what, man? I'm on the rooster!

Jake: Rube, you look at Playboy all the time, don't you?
Rube: I don't just look at it. I read the articles.
Jake: Sure you do.
Rube: I do. I especially like it when they mention the girls' interests, like Betsy loves surfing.
Jake: You even memorize them?
Rube: Yeah, I guess I do.
Jake: [figures out Rube's problem] Bingo.

Jack: I'm the only winner on the team. The rest of them are losers. Either by choice or by birth.

Rube: Wow, Willie's really got some power.
Lou: Off a guy who'll be bagging groceries in a couple of weeks!

Harry Doyle: You know, I used to hate Parkman when he was with the A's. It's funny how a new uniform can change your attitude about a guy. [Covers the microphone so the audience can not hear] He's still a dick.

Harry Doyle: [when Hayes calls his shot, and the ball lands short] Of course, he could be pointing at the left fielder.

Harry Doyle: We're in the top of the 9th, leading 10–7, bases loaded, two down, and Rick Vaughn has come on to try and nail it down against Felipe Aguilar, a dangerous righthanded batter. Here's the pitch... [Aguilar hits a towering blast] Aw, shit. If that's not Shaquille O'Neal in left, that baby's outta here.

Harry Doyle: And Taylor is sending up.....Roger Dorn?? Dorn is 0 for the century against this guy, with several foul tips.

Harry Doyle: Obviously Taylor's thinking.... I don't know what the hell he's thinking.

Harry Doyle: [fully drunk, wearing a wife-beater, heavily slurring] Hello, Tribe fans. Welcome to Major League Baseball...sort of. The attendance today is fourteen hundred and twelve. Most of them left after that 10-run inning the Red Sox put up...take over, Monty. I'm in the bag. [falls forward, passed out]

Harry Doyle: My God. Good news, fans. The Indians are showing signs of life for the first time in weeks. As a matter of fact, they appear to be beating the crap out of each other! Looks like Willie Hayes is trying to hit Rick Vaughn, and why not? Everybody else in the league does. [Hayes tries to punch Vaughn and misses] Hayes swings and misses. I dunno, Monty, it looks like Vaughn's carrying his left a little low. This could hurt him in the later rounds.

Harry Doyle: And Hayes steals second, I'm surprised he still remembered where it was.

Harry Doyle: I wanted to see his movie, but it was only out for two and a half hours. I did hear however that it was in focus.

Harry Doyle: Dynamite drop in Monty, that broadcast school has really paid off.

Harry Doyle: I don't know how this guy keeps his mind on Baseball with the Paternity suits and all.
Monty: I think those are parking tickets.

Harry Doyle: Somebody caught it, and the Indians win the division.

White Lightning: Mine fell the hardest.
Black Thunder: Mine are the deadest.

[Baker and Taylor see Hayes arrive with his entourage]
Rube Baker: Who are they?
Jake Taylor: They are our center fielder.

Lou Brown: This team has completely lost its focus.
Roger Dorn: You think April is too early for a Roger Dorn night?

Lou Brown: We won a game yesterday, if we win one today, that's two in a row. If we win one tomorrow, that's called a "winning streak." It has happened before. SO LET'S SEE SOME HUSTLE! SO LET'S JACK IT UP A LITTLE!

Lou Brown: Taylor, it's not your job to make excuses. THAT'S ALL YOU GUYS DO GOOD. IT'S EITHER A LEG THING. OR A SPIRITUAL THING. OR A PSYCHOLOGICAL THING. OR A HEART ATTACK!
Jake Taylor: Who used heart attack?
Lou: Me. (collapses)

Lou Brown: I LOVE THIS SHIT. I MAY MOVE TO ENGLAND. YEAH!

Willie Mayes Hayes: [referring to Vaughn] If the gutless wonder doesn't have to pitch, why should I have to run?
Rick Vaughn: Who you calling a gutless wonder, Tin Man?

[During Game 7 of the American League Championship Series, Vaughn has got two quick strikes on Jack Parkman; the second strike, Parkman fouled it off, just missing hitting it]
Jack Parkman: I got your timing now. But I'll bet you don't have enough hair on your ass to throw me another one.
Rick Vaughn: Well, here it comes, Parkman. Old number 1: The Terminator. You get a piece of it, you can rename it.

Rube Baker: Mr. Parkman, you're a great ballplayer, and I'd just like to say: you're standing on the tracks and the train's comin' through, butthead.
[prepares to give Vaughn the pitch signal]
Rube Baker: Ah, to hell with the signals. [positions his glove] BRING IT HERE, RICKY!

See also

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