Louis Prima:
With all the great players playing ball right now, how well do you think you would do against today's pitchers?
Ty Cobb:
Well, I figure against today's pitchers I'd only probably hit about .290
Louis Prima:
.290? Well that's amazing, because you batted over .400 a... a whole bunch of times. Now tell us all, we'd all like to know, why do you think you'd only hit .290?
Ty Cobb:
Well, I'm 72 fucking years old you ignorant son of a bitch.
Ramona:
Greatness is overrated.
Ramona:
Who are you again?
Ty Cobb:
I am the Georgia Peach. I have 4,191 base hits in 11,429 at bats, 920 stolen bases, 2,244 runs scored, and 93 batting records; and I want you to take off every stitch of your clothes.
[Cobb narrates a lengthy lambasting of Babe Ruth into a tape recorder]
Al Stump:
Come on, Ty, aren't you going to give Ruth credit for anything?
Ty Cobb:
(pauses) He could run okay for a fat man.
[to the umpire]
Ty Cobb:
How do you do, Cyclops?
Umpire:
Shut up, Cobb.
Ty Cobb:
You're missing an excellent ballgame.
[to a teammate who just struck out]
Ty Cobb:
Who signed you?
Teammate:
Go to hell, Cobb.
Ty Cobb:
Who did that?
[to Stumpy, about Cobb, as Willie leaves for town]
Willie:
And you sir, you should leave this disgusting, wretched, sorry son of a motherfucker - immediately. Good evening.
[after Cobb stole third]
Opposing pitcher:
Shoulda stuck it in that bastard's ear when I had the chance.
Al Stump:
All right, listen, you son of a bitch. If you die before the book is finished, I'll write the story I want.
Ty Cobb:
I ain't gonna die before the story's finished.
Al Stump:
I'll write slow.
Ty Cobb:
I'll die slow.
[pause, and then]
Ty Cobb:
Now get your clothes on, we're gonna go get some pussy.