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fuck her up her sugary ass!
Hayden’s character from Shanghai Kiss
GET'CHA CRAYON
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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!—-Jimmy Dugan: Are you crying? Are you crying? ARE YOU CRYING? There’s no crying! THERE’S NO CRYING IN BASEBALL! Doris Murphy: Why don’t you give her a break, Jimmy… Jimmy Dugan: Oh, you zip it, Doris! Rogers Hornsby was my manager, and he called me a talking pile of pigshit. And that was when my parents drove all the way down from Michigan to see me play the game. And did I cry? Evelyn Gardner: No, no, no. Jimmy Dugan: Yeah! NO. And do you know why? Evelyn Gardner: No… Jimmy Dugan: Because there’s no crying in baseball. THERE’S NO CRYING IN BASEBALL! No crying!—-Dottie Hinson: It just got too hard. Jimmy Dugan: It’s supposed to be hard. If it wasn’t hard, everyone would do it. The hard… is what makes it great.—-Announcer: Then there’s pretty Dottie Henson, who plays like Gehrig, and looks like Garbo. Uh-uh, fellas, keep your mitts to yourself; she’s married. And there’s her kid sister Kit, who’s as single as they come. Enough concentrated oomph for a whole carload of Hollywood starlets.—-Doris Murphy: Evelyn. Your kid ate the line up.—-Mae Mordabito: Evelyn. Evelyn. I’m sorry but I have to kill your son. [begins to chase Stillwell with a bat] Doris Murphy: Mae! Mae! Don’t use my bat! Use Marla’s. It’s heavier.—-Ira Lowenstein: Great game, Jimmy. I especially liked that move in the seventh inning when you scratched your balls for an hour. Jimmy Dugan: Well, anything worth doing is worth doing right.
A League of Their Own, 1992](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llqx9lg4zo1qdb277o1_500.jpg)
