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A trio of guys try and make up for missed opportunities in childhood by forming a three-player baseball team to compete against standard children baseball squads.
Richie: [after hitting the ball] I ticked it, it hit the bat! Charlie Catcher: You're ssstill out. Richie: You're ssstill fat!
Howie: For years I thought the sun was a monster. But I am here to tell you that it's not a monster! IT'S NOT A MONSTER! [cries]
Brad: Bring it! Clark: Suck it!
Gus: [looking at baseball cards] We've got statistics! I got 30 homeruns! Richie: I got 11 foul ticks! Clark: I got 20 eyes-closed strike outs, 5 broken windshields, and 6 dead birds! I'm freakin' awesome!
Howie: Richie told me about the serial killers thats loose in in our neighborhood killing anyone named Howie! THAT'S MY NAME! That's my name!
Richie: He just did that steroid free! Clark: What's steroids? Richie: Something that makes your 'pee-pee' smaller. Clark: Ohh... there must be steroids in macaroni!
Brad: So I heard from Jerry you tools think you're athletes now? Richie: That's funny, I didn't know athlete had three syllables, A-tha-lete? That's ama-za-zing. Brad: You think you're hot shit 'cos you know words. Clark: Hey Brad, why don't you be a stud and point us towards the register, or... Register... er...!...
Richie: [after Salad Girl leaves] What do you think of my future wife? Old Man: I smell Cinnamon Rolls! Richie: Oh, I smell Cinnamon Rolls too.
Gus: Clark, could you not pick your nose in front of me? Clark: I'm not picking, I'm scratching. Gus: Scratching what? Your brain? Clark: Yeah, 'cause it's huge.
Gus: Man! I haven't even been on a baseball field in over 10 years. Clark: I've never been on a baseball field, if I did, the kids in my neighborhood would spit loogies on my forehead. Gus: Thats horrible, baseball's America's past time... thats like saying you've never had apple pie. Gus: You've never had apple pie? Clark: My mom said it would give me diarrhea. Gus: That's ridiculous, Clark! You have to try it at least once! Clark: Diarrhea? Gus: No! Baseball!
Mel: Have you even known the joys of having children? Richie: Never had a date. Clark: Never talked to a girl.
Kyle: Leave our field or you will suffer the consequences! Richie: What is this, "children of the corn"?
Clark: Shut up, Number 7! Number 7 Robot: You shut up! Clark: I'll kill you!
Clark: Hold on I got a text from my mom... NO WAY we're having maccroni tonight that means garlic bread! Yes!
Clark: That nerd makes me look like Rambo. Richie: No. Clark: John Stamos? Richie: Warmer.
Richie: Clark! You kissed a girl before I did? Clark: This is way better than macaroni!
[repeated line] Richie: I love... salad.
Kyle: Time to meet your makers! Clark: Makers of what? POOP?
Richie: I guess I'm no longer a virgin... to home runs, BYOTCH!
Richie: Are you guys ready to scr-mi-mimage?
Clark: [a ball hits Richie in the head] Duuuuhhhr! Richie: You just lost your membership at video world! Clark: Dang it!
Gus: Nice meeting you, Fairy Jerry. Jerry: What was that? Gus: Well, you gave Clark and Richie nicknames. I thought I'd give you one: Fairy Jerry. Jerry: Oh, really? Gus: [stands up from chair] Really. Jerry: Okay, Gus- Gus... Gus Bus! That's you, Gus Bus! Gus: Oh, that was a brutal comeback. Come on guys, let's go. I don't think I can ever get over that one. Whew!
Clark: We could still win this thing. Richie: Wha-how? Clark: If we use the force. Richie: Let's try not to be too geeky, Clark. Clark: The Force is powerful, my young padawan. Howie: He's right. It is.
Brad: You guys think you're athletes now? Richie: Haha that's funny I didn't know ath-e-letes had three syllables... thats ama-za-zaing.
Gus: [upon seeing Carlos enter] Hey, what's going on here? How come he's playing? Wayne: Oh, ah, I couldn't play him before because he was feeling ill. Carlos: Me tummy, es sicko. Umpire: Well you got proof he's a kid? Gus: Come on! Look at his beard. He's 50. Wayne: Not according to birth certifico. [hands umpire the crumpled up paper he saw earlier] Umpire: [looks inside and sees 'I am 12' written in green crayon, with a picture of Carlos and $10. He carefully pockets the $10 and folds the paper back up] He's got documentation. Play ball!
Howie: [quivering] Carlos? Carlos: Who say my name? Howie: [gives him 2 packs of beer and a tequila] I brought you a present from the Benchwarmers. You're really good at baseball. Carlos: [happy] Thank you Albino. [bold] Carlos: Now get lost! Howie: [cowers away screeching]
Kyle: I'm gonna call the cops! Clark: We are cops!... We're navy seals! Kyle: Navy seals aren't cops! Troy: Aren't you our paperboy? Clark: ...I'm undercover
Richie: Dude. You smell like beer. Carlos: You look like beer.
Wayne: Is that beer? Carlos: [stumbling] No it's Gatorade homie, get out of my way.
Marcus Ellwood: Do you still think I look like Yoda? Gus: No. Marcus Ellwood: But Yoda's my favorite! You're a bad, bad man!
Howie: I used to think the sun was evil but now I know it's not. Wayne: How's the moon treating you. Howie: Not a fan.
Carlos: No really, I need another refill. Wayne: You need to go to an AA meeting.
[looking at Mel's Pontiac Firebird Trans Am] Clark: This car is so radical. Looks just like K.I.T.T. from the show Knight Rider. Mel: It is K.I.T.T. from Knight Rider. Watch this. [Mel activates the car with his watch] K.I.T.T.: Allow me to introduce myself. I'm K.I.T.T. Richie: [to Mel] Who are you? Mel: Oh, I'm just one of those nerds who grew up... to make billions.
[seeing three Howie's thru his blurred vision] Carlos: Look at all those Albinos.
[Carlos is drinking a tequilla while pitching] Carlos: Maria? Why did you leave me? Mel: Letting that 12 year old drink like that is disgusting.
Howie: What's going all the way? Wayne: [whispers in Howie's ear] Howie: Oh. [squeezes suntan lotion and screams] Howie: Aaaaaah!
Brad: Hey, what the... Clark? Richie? I hardly recognised you clowns without the underwear on your heads! Richie: Brad! Wow, you have really not slimmed down!
Mel: Reggie and I met at Tuba Camp when we were kids [shows picture of Reggie and Himself playing their tubas when they were younger] Gus: HAHA,Reggie that was you? Reggie Jackson: [angrily] What are you laughing about?I was a cute kid. Gus: [frightened] Oh,uh,Yes.Like a young Denzel. Richie: [whispered to Clark] I didn't know Denzel played Erkel.
Clark: Is bad ass one or two words?
Richie: Clark, we don't play baseball. Clark: I told Gus that we would be there, and if we don't show up, that makes me a liar... and that's not what I'm about... Not now, NOT EVER! Richie: Okay, Okay Daytime Emmy
[last lines] Mel: This was a total waste of time, wasn't it? Gus: Yeah.
Gus: [to Nelson] Hey. Are you the kid who got farted on earlier? Mel: Yes. This is my son Nelson. He's become quite the fart magnet for the neighborhood bullies. Nelson: I also get a healthy smear of animal turds twice daily. Clark: When I was your age, Fairy Jerry dumped a bucket of dog poop on me. Nelson: His son just did that to me last week.
Gus: I think this is a sign that you should get a car. Clark: My mom said I should hold off on getting my license for another year. [extends arms forward and then retracts] Clark: She wants to make sure my reflexes are fully developed.
Mel: Howie, you're a freak.
Mel: If you build it, nerds will come.
Richie: Yeah, I bet you're a real good catcher... of donuts in your mouth.
Richie: [after pulling up to Mel's house] Wow,I always wondered who lived here, I just thought it was Clay Aiken or something.
Howie: Richie? [hands out a bottle of urine] Richie: Okay, buddy. Clark: Is that apple juice? Richie: Nooo.
Gus: My wife is the only one who gets to twist these man titties.
Richie: [after Gus hits a homerun] Wow and he did it without steroids. Clark: What's steroids? Richie: Something that makes your pee-pee smaller. Clark: There must be steroids in macaroni!
Carlos: Looks like the Gus Bus is out of gas.
Mel: Richie, do you have any kids? Richie: Never had a date. Mel: Clark? Clark: Never spoke to a girl. Mel: Gu-Gus? Gus: Ugh, My wife and I are kinda working on it.
Old Man: I smell cinnamon rolls.
Mel: Keep it under a billion, that's all I got... on me hahaha.
Gus: Move over honey, I gotta take a leak. Liz: Oh my God! You're not kidding!
[after purosely stomping on Gus's hand] Carlos: Sorry. It was accident. [lifts foot off Gus's hand]
Number 7 Robot: Oh Shit!
Troy: Listen, we have a game tomorrow, and there's only one field to practice on - so, beat it! [pushes Nelson]
Wayne: Carlos your drunk! Carlos: [Carlos throws up] Blaaaaaa!
Richie: [after Salad Girl gives back a video] Well, I am management, so I'm gonna waive the late fee. Salad Girl: Oh, they're not late, but thank you. [Richie laughs nervously]
Gretchen Peterson: Move your ass Richie!
Gus: [shouts] Clark! Try to hit the ball in the strike zone. Clark: Well where's the strike zone? [he gets a bit distracted during the pitch] Umpire: Strike two! Gus: Right there.
Clark: [where someone has recently farted] Oh! I love beef stew!