There Is A Thin Line

In Order To Become A Big-league Manager You Have To Be In The Right Place At The Right Time. That's Rule Number One.

Breaks Like A Ball Falling Off A Pool Table.

What Are We At The Park For Except To Win? I'd Trip My Mother. I'd Help Her Up, Brusher Her Off, Tell Her I'm Sorry. But Mother Don't Make It To Third.

It's Possible To Spend Money Anywhere In The World If You Put Your Mind To It, Something I Proved Conclusively By Running Up Huge Debts In Cincinnati.

I Never Did Say That You Can't Be A Nice Guy And Win. I Said That If I Was Playing Third Base And My Mother Rounded Third With The Winning Run, I'd Trip Her Up.