An ailing baseball scout in his twilight years takes his daughter along for one last recruiting trip.

Johnny: So, what's Mickey short for? Michelle?
Mickey: Mickey is short for Mickey. As in Mickey Mantle, my father's favorite player.
Johnny: Aha. Lucky it wasn't Yogi Berra.
Mickey: [undressing behind the car] What are you staring at?
Johnny: The paint job on the car.
Mickey: Oh yeah, you like it?
Johnny: A really hot paint job.
Gus: Now get out of here before I have a heart attack trying to kill you.
Johnny: I remember him saying he had a daughter in college. Yep. He would say that she was smarter than me and him put together. That's why when I met you, obviously, I thought Gus had another daughter.
Mickey: [smacks him]
Pete Klein: Have you thought about what you'll do when your contract is up?
Gus: Sure, sign another one for more money.
Gus: I know I'm as blind as a slab of concrete, but I'm not helpless. I'll put a bullet in my head when that happens.
Mickey: That's comforting.
Vince: Well, you can take an early retirement, collect disability. With the pension we offer you should be comfortable.
Gus: Save it. Being comfortable is overrated.
Gus: You shouldn't be in a place like this.
Mickey: You used to sneak me into places worse than this.
[last lines]
Mickey, Johnny: [kissing]
Gus: Well, it looks like I'll be taking the bus...
Gus: You need some money for some new clothes?
Mickey: I just came from yoga.
Gus: You into that voodoo, huh?
Mickey: Yeah. I'm thinking about getting three sixes tattooed across my forehead.
Gus: What do you say now, jackass? That's know as, trouble with the curve.
Gus: You don't know anything about scouting.
Johnny: Don't tell them that.
Gus: You just need to get as far away from me as you can. Can't you understand that?
Gus: I think maybe, maybe I could change the way I do things.
Mickey: You already have.
Gus: What are you all staring at? I'm not a pole dancer.
[first lines]
Gus: [at the toilet] Okay, come on now. Come on, boy. Let's not take your sweet-ass time about this. Jesus. Okay, that's it... Ah, good. Don't laugh, I outlived you, you little bastard.
Mickey: Yes, I'm still single. Very single.
Johnny: Maybe you are emotionally unavailable.
Mickey: Emotionally unavailable?
Johnny: Yeah.
Mickey: Who are you, Dr. Phil?
Johnny: Hey, that is quality television.
Gus: Anybody who uses computers doesn't know a damn thing about this game.
Mickey: Why are right next to me?
Johnny: Because you're the first scout I've ever been attracted to - thank God.
Mickey: I'm not a scout, I'm a lawyer.
Johnny: Normally a deal breaker, but I'm all about expanding my leve of tolerance, self-improvement, et cetera.