You're out. Out. You're nuts. He's nuts.

Back home in Hannable, we had heat over a hundred, lots of times.

Okay. So Halbrick, don't try to murder it. Just slip one through the infield.

Slide. You're out.

Is Washington winning dear? No. Those Damn Yankees.

Come onsmokey. I can count on you.

Nasper Miles tried to fry an egg on

the sidewalk in front of his drug store once.

Good ol' Smokey. He got a hit.

In Hanible they were always saying cool air was on it's way from Canada.

I certainly don't see any sign of it here. Do you?

Do ya?

Do I what? See any sign of cool air?

What! You're blind ump. You're blind.

See any sign of what, dear? Oh, never mind.

It wasn't important.

When we met in 1938. I was november.

When I said that I would be his mate. I was December.

I reasoned he would be the greatest husband that a girl had ever found.

That's what I reasoned. That's what I reasoned.