Gee, Its Lonesome In The Outfield. It's

Let Me Show You How It's Done... Loser!

I Didn't Mean To Hit The Umpire With The Dirt, But I Did Mean To Hit That Bastard In The Stands.

If It Wasn't For Baseball, I'd Be In Either The Penitentiary Or The Cemetery. I Have The Same Violent Temper My Father And Older Brother Had. Both Died Of Injuries From Street Fights In Baltimore, Fights Begun By Flare-ups Of Their Tempers.

Don't Ever Forget Two Things I'm Going To Tell You. One, Don't Believe Everything That's Written About You. Two, Don't Pick Up Too Many Checks.

I Don't Give A Damn About Any Actors. What Good Will John Barrymore Do You With The Bases Loaded And Two Down In A Tight Ball Game. Either I Get The Money (more Than Barrymore), Or I Don't Play!