The Sandlot 2 Page #4

- Yeah, totally legal and fair.

Don't worry, guys.

I got it. Go ahead.

- [ Boy ] David's got it. It's over.

- Solid.

- Whoa. Watch it.

- Foul ball.

Foul ball.

Foul ball.

Come on.

Foul ball.

Foul ball.

- Well?

- ''Well'' what?

I'm asking if you want to call the game

on account of it's gonna get dark soon.

- If you're too tired.

- I didn't say I was tired.

- Uh, Hayley?

- What?

- Maybe we should call it.

- [ Scoffs ]

- Until tomorrow, I mean.

- Yeah. David, man,

it's gonna get dark soon.

- It's a safety issue, you know.

- [ Exhales ]

[ Mrs. Goodfairer ]

Hayley, come home. Dinnertime.

- Forfeit! That's a forfeit!

- [ Huffs ]

- [ Woman ] David, time to take your bath.

- It's a draw then.

[ Huffs ]

Hey, David. Your mom

- Shut up, Saul.

- Fine. Tomorrow then. Little baby.

Count on it, spoiled brat.

[ Panting ]

[ Growls ]

- [ Saul ] David, what are you doing?

- [ Tarqell ] Are you okay?

- What was that all about?

- Why are you just sitting here?

Come on. We're wasting time.

Let's go to the sandlot.

- David, we gotta go get Sammy.

- Geez, what's the hurry?

- Why are his panties in a twist?

- How am I supposed to know?

- Payback time, little turd.

- It was an accident.

You wrecked our fiield.

Now your ass is grass.

What? I cleaned it up.

I made it better.

It's true. The sandlot

never looked this good.

- He even dragged the baseline.

- Okay, already, Saul.

If Singleton told you to wreck the fiield,

why'd you clean it up?

Who's Singleton?

Little League team captain. The guy who

told you to mess up the sandlot...

so we'd leave and him and his team

could take it for practice.

Sir, I don't know no Singleton and I don't know

nothing about no Little League...

and I don't play baseball.

- Rockets are my life, sir.

- You ain't one of them?

I don't even know no ''them,'' sir.

- What's your name?

-Jonathan Buckminster Smalls.

Hell of a name.

So,you're friends with them.

- Kind of.

- So you know we've got a situation.

- I guess.

- ''I guess''? Look, Bucky-

-Johnnie.

- Whatever. This is our sandlot,

and we've owned it for, like...

a long time.

Actually, most of us have only lived here for

a couple of years... except David.

Shut up, Tarqell.

Like I said, a long time.

Longer than those girls anyway.

And so-And so-And so-

''And so'' what?

- I don't know.

I'm out of words and stuff.

- This is stupid.

Johnnie, go over there

and tell them to leave.

I don't think they-

- They said you have to leave.

- No.

- They aren't going to leave.

- [ All Huff]

Just tell 'em to leave.

- They really, really need you to leave.

- No.

- They said no.

- [ David ] Tell them to leave.

No.

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