In Baseball, You Don't Know Nothin'.

Referring To The Bad Sun Conditions In Left Field At The Stadium: It Gets Late Out There Early.

How Long Have You Known Me, Jack? And You Still Don't Know How To Spell My Name.

In Theory, Practice Should Work Like Theory. In Practice, It Doesn't.

Nobody Did Nothin' To Nobody.

A Lot Of Guys Go, 'hey, Yog, Say A Yogi-ism.' I Tell 'em, 'i Don't Know Any.' They Want Me To Make One Up. I Don't Make 'em Up. I Don't Even Know When I Say It. They're The Truth. And It Is The Truth. I Don't Know.