the sandlot 2 part 3

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Singleton. That's enough, son. Get back here.

We've got a on.

- Yeah, in a second, Coach.

- But you said that last time...

and then we you

cussed out the ice man.

Back to practice.

Last time I coach my nephew.

You guys your to watch

some real ballplayers?

Shut your mouth, Singleton.

Actually, they're here to me wipe

home with that mop you call your hair.

- [ Laughter]

- up's all you're good for, doughboy.

- Good you're to softball.

- That's it! You're dead meat.

- Dead, I tell you! Dead!

- down, Mac.

- Now, calm yourself.

- I'm okay. I'm okay.

-[ Boy ] Yeah, right, roly-poly.

- Okay.

Speaking of up, you keeping

our all and tidy?

- shut your mouth,jerk.

Shut up, porky.

Jess: HE'S NOT PORKY HES FLUFFY YOU DAMN BASTARD!!!

*everyone winches*

- Lurch!

- Your mama boots.

Your mama's so ugly, when you were born they slapped her.

- Pyle.

- Hippie.

- Shut up, porky.

- You said that, idiot.

Yeah, well, you're fat, moron.

You're a fart-sniffiing,

road-apple-chewing...

scab-licking dog.

I ain't done yet. You're ugly,

your mama said you looked funny...

you look like toe fungus

and you ride the bus.

Yeah, well, you play ball like a girl.

Jess: THE FUCK YOU SAY BITCH?!

- [ All Gasp ]

- [ Boy ] Good one.

Excuse me. What did you say?

- You me.

- Friday. The sandlot.

Be there, male pig.

Count on it, tomboy.

[ Boy ]

Yeah. Be there, babies.

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