That's It. Curtains. Off To The Races.

My Rule Was I Wouldn't Recruit A Kid If He Had Grass In Front Of His House. That's Not My World. My World Has A Cracked Sidewalk.

Butch, You Come From Dewitt Clinton. There Are Five Thousand Brothers In That School. You're The Best There. You've Been All-city Two Years In A Row. How Bad Can You Be? You Come With Me And We'll Make Nice Music.

We Rush For The Stars As We Crawl Toward Our Graves.

All Love Affairs End. Eventually The Girl Is Gonna Put Curlers In Her Hair.

I'm Not Saying That They Were Einsteins; They Were Marginal Students. But Every Ballplayer Whoever Touched Me Has Moved Up His Station In Life. And The Players Moved Up My Station.