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An unknown comes out of seemingly nowhere to become a legendary player with almost divine talent.
Iris Gaines: You know, I believe we have two lives. Roy Hobbs: How... what do you mean? Iris Gaines: The life we learn with and the life we live with after that.
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.
Roy Hobbs: Red, it took me sixteen years to get here. You play me, and I'll give ya the best I got. Red Blow: I believe ya.
Red Blow: Pretty good food, huh? Roy Hobbs: Damn good. Red Blow: You can't spell it, but it eats pretty good, don't it?
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!
Pop Fisher: People don't start playing ball at your age, they retire!
Ed Hobbs: You've got a gift Roy... but it's not enough - you've got to develop yourself. If you rely too much on your own gift... then... you'll fail.
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.
Roy Hobbs: Pick me out a winner Bobby.
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.
Roy Hobbs: I'll take some coffee, then. [Hobbs finds ball and glove on couch after viewing framed photos placed on furniture] Iris Gaines: It's my son's. he means the world to me. he's a great kid. Roy Hobbs: I'll bet he is. I'd like to meet him. Iris Gaines: He's coming pretty soon. Roy Hobbs: Is he with his father? Iris Gaines: No. His father lives in New York. But, I'm thinking he needs his father; he's at that age. He needs him. Roy Hobbs: Sure. A father makes all the difference. Iris Gaines: [music starts as she turns her gaze away from the conversation and whispers] Yeah. [looks at son's photo, turns to Hobbs and embraces him] Iris Gaines: You gotta catch a train. Roy Hobbs: I can stay. Iris Gaines: I think you'd better go. Roy Hobbs: Yeah. Okay. Iris Gaines: Where to next? Roy Hobbs: Boston. Sorry I missed your boy.
Max Mercy: You read my mind. Roy Hobbs: That takes all of three seconds.
Roy Hobbs: I coulda been better. I coulda broke every record in the book. Iris Gaines: And then? Roy Hobbs: And then? And then when I walked down the street people would've looked and they would've said there goes Roy Hobbs, the best there ever was in this game.
Roy Hobbs: I guess some mistakes you never stop paying for.
Pop Fisher: [to his "best" pitcher who can't throw a strike] Come on, Fowler! Throw strikes! Red Blow: Fowler's killing worms, Pop.
Al: You guys. You know, people are always running down amazing things. This guy Hobbs, you ain't seen nothing yet. I got a feeling...
Pop Fisher: C'mon Hobbs, knock the cover off the ball!
Roy Hobbs: The only thing I know about the dark is you can't see in it.
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.
Iris Gaines: I believe we have two lives: the one we learn with, and the one we live with after that
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.
The Judge: I thought I could rely on your honor!
Roy Hobbs: My life didn't turn out the way I expected.
Gus Sands: If it isn't enough, tell us what you had in mind. Roy Hobbs: To hit away.