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Ray Kinsella: It's okay, honey. I... I was just talking to the cornfield.

Anni Kinsella: Hey, what if the Voice calls while you're gone?
Ray Kinsella: Take a message.

Terence Mann: I'm going to beat your head in with a crowbar until you go away!
Ray Kinsella: You can't do that!
Terence Mann: Oh no, there are no rules here.
[Advances with crowbar]
Ray Kinsella: But... but you're a pacifist!
Terence Mann: [Stops] Shit.

Ray Kinsella: Don't we need a catcher?
Shoeless Joe Jackson: Not if you get it near the plate we don't.

Terence Mann: Peace, love, dope! Now get the hell out of here.

The Voice: If you build it, he will come.

Anni Kinsella: If you build what, who will come?
Ray Kinsella: He didn't say.

Terence Mann: Ray, people will come Ray. They'll come to Iowa for reasons they can't even fathom. They'll turn up your driveway not knowing for sure why they're doing it. They'll arrive at your door as innocent as children, longing for the past. Of course, we won't mind if you look around, you'll say. It's only $20 per person. They'll pass over the money without even thinking about it: for it's money they have and peace they lack. And they'll walk out to the bleachers; sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They'll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered they're heroes. And they'll watch the game and it'll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. And the memories will be so thick they'll have to brush them away from their faces. People will come Ray. The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it's a part of our past, Ray. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again. Oh,.. people will come Ray. People will most definitely come.

Ray Kinsella: This is my corn. You people are guests in my corn.

Terence Mann: Oh my God!
Ray Kinsella: What?
Terence Mann: You're from the Sixties!

Shoeless Joe Jackson: Is this heaven?
Ray Kinsella: No, it's Iowa.

Terence Mann: People will come, Ray. They'll come to Iowa for reasons they can't even fathom. They'll turn up your driveway, not knowing for sure why they're doing it. They'll arrive at your door, innocent as children, longing for the past.

Terence Mann: The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It's been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game, is a part of our past, Ray. It reminds us of all that once was good, and that could be again. Oh people will come, Ray. People will most definitely come.

[Archie's at bat and is almost hit by the pitcher's throws, twice.]
Archie Graham: Hey ump, how 'bout a warning?
Clean-shaven Umpire: Sure, kid. Watch out you don't get killed.

Mark: Admit it, Ray. You've never liked farming.
Ray Kinsella: That's not true.
Mark: It is true. You don't know the first thing about farming.
Ray Kinsella: Yes I do. I know a lot about farming. I know more than you think I know.
Mark: Then how could you plow under your major crop?
Ray Kinsella: What's a crop?

Ray Kinsella: I think I know what "If you build it, he will come" means.
Anni Kinsella: Ooh... why do I not think this is such a good thing?
Ray Kinsella: I think it means that if I build a baseball field out there that Shoeless Joe Jackson will get to come back and play ball again.
Anni Kinsella: [staring in disbelief] You're kidding.
Ray Kinsella: Huh-uh.
Anni Kinsella: Wow.
Ray Kinsella: Yeah.
Anni Kinsella: Ha! You're kidding!

Anni Kinsella: I mean, Shoeless Joe...
Ray Kinsella: He's dead. Died in '51; he's dead.
Anni Kinsella: He's the one they suspended, right?
Ray Kinsella: Right.
Anni Kinsella: He's still dead?
Ray Kinsella: Far as I know.

Ray Kinsella: The Voice is back.
Anni Kinsella: Oh, Lord. You're supposed to build a football field now?

Ray Kinsella: Don't you miss being involved?
Terence Mann: I was the East Coast distributor of "involved." I ate it, drank it, and breathed it. ...Then they killed Martin, Bobby, and they elected Tricky Dick twice, and people like you must think I'm miserable because I'm not involved anymore. Well, I've got news for you. I spent all my misery years ago. I have no more pain for anything. I gave at the office.

Ray Kinsella: So what do you want?
Terence Mann: I want them to stop looking to me for answers, begging me to speak again, write again, be a leader. I want them to start thinking for themselves. I want my privacy!
Ray Kinsella: No, I mean, what do you WANT?
[Gestures to the concession stand they're in front of.]
Terence Mann: Oh. Dog and a beer.

Ray Kinsella: Are you Moonlight Graham?
Dr. Archibald "Moonlight" Graham: No one's called me Moonlight Graham in fifty years.

Dr. Archibald "Moonlight" Graham: Well, you know I... I never got to bat in the major leagues. I would have liked to have had that chance. Just once. To stare down a big league pitcher. To stare him down, and just as he goes into his windup, wink. Make him think you know something he doesn't. That's what I wish for. Chance to squint at a sky so blue that it hurts your eyes just to look at it. To feel the tingling in your arm as you connect with the ball. To run the bases -- stretch a double into a triple, and flop face-first into third, wrap your arms around the bag. That's my wish, Ray Kinsella. That's my wish. And is there enough magic out there in the moonlight to make this dream come true?

Ray Kinsella: Fifty years ago, for five minutes you came within... y-you came this close! It would KILL some men to get so close to their dream and not touch it! God, they'd consider it a tragedy!
Dr. Archibald "Moonlight" Graham: Son, if I'd only gotten to be a doctor for five minutes... now that would have been a tragedy.

Ray Kinsella: By the time I was ten, playing baseball got to be like eating vegetables or taking out the garbage. So when I was 14, I started to refuse. Could you believe that? An American boy refusing to play catch with his father.
Terence Mann: Why 14?
Ray Kinsella: That's when I read "The Boat Rocker" by Terence Mann.
Terence Mann: [rolling his eyes] Oh, God.
Ray Kinsella: Never played catch with him again.
Terence Mann: You see? That's the sort of crap people are always trying to lay on me! It's not my fault you wouldn't play catch with your father!

Ray Kinsella: Where'd they come from?
Shoeless Joe Jackson: Where did WE come from? You wouldn't believe how many guys wanted to play here! We had to beat 'em off with a stick!
Archie Graham: Hey, that's Smokey Joe Wood! And Mel Ott! And Gil Hodges!
Shoeless Joe Jackson: Ty Cobb wanted to play. None of could stand the son-of-a-bitch when we were alive, so we told him to stick it!

Shoeless Joe Jackson: The first two were high and tight, so where do you think the next one's gonna be?
Archie Graham: Well, either low and away, or in my ear.
Shoeless Joe Jackson: He's not gonna wanna load the bases, so look low and away.
Archie Graham: Right.
Shoeless Joe Jackson: But watch out for in your ear.

Mark: You build a baseball field, and you sit here, and stare at NOTHING!

John Kinsella: Is this heaven?
Ray Kinsella: It's Iowa.
John Kinsella: Iowa? I could have sworn this was heaven.
[John starts to walk away]
Ray Kinsella: Is there a heaven?
John Kinsella: Oh yeah. It's the place where dreams come true.
[Ray looks around, seeing his wife playing with their daughter on the porch.]
Ray Kinsella: Maybe this is heaven.

Ray Kinsella: The only thing we had in common was that she was from Iowa, and I had once heard of Iowa.

[Only Ray, Annie and Karen can see the Black Sox players]
Mark: So, I thought you were going to watch some game?
Ray Kinsella: Well, it's more of a practice since there's only eight of them.
Mark: Eight of what?
Ray Kinsella: Them.
[Mark looks around at the field]
Mark: Who them?
Ray Kinsella: Them them.

[As the players disappear into the cornfield]
Eddie Cicotte: I'm melting! I'm melting!
[fades away laughing]
Ray Kinsella: That is so cool!

John Kinsella: Well, good night Ray.
Ray Kinsella: Good night, John.
[They shake hands and John begins to walk away.]
Ray Kinsella: Hey...Dad?
[John turns.]
Ray Kinsella: [choked up] "You wanna have a catch?"
John Kinsella: I'd like that.

Ray Kinsella: Ok, the last interview he ever gave was in 1973. Guess what it's about.
Anni Kinsella: Some kind of team sport.

Ray Kinsella: What you grinning at, you ghost?




	Home Jokes Film Quotes Boss Alert News Forum Links		Back to - Film Quotes - F Field of Dreams Ray Kinsella: It's okay, honey. I... I was just talking to the cornfield. Anni Kinsella: Hey, what if the Voice calls while you're gone? Ray Kinsella: Take a message. Terence Mann: I'm going to beat your head in with a crowbar until you go away! Ray Kinsella: You can't do that! Terence Mann: Oh no, there are no rules here. [Advances with crowbar] Ray Kinsella: But... but you're a pacifist! Terence Mann: [Stops] Shit. Ray Kinsella: Don't we need a catcher? Shoeless Joe Jackson: Not if you get it near the plate we don't. Terence Mann: Peace, love, dope! Now get the hell out of here. The Voice: If you build it, he will come. Anni Kinsella: If you build what, who will come? Ray Kinsella: He didn't say. Terence Mann: Ray, people will come Ray. They'll come to Iowa for reasons they can't even fathom. They'll turn up your driveway not knowing for sure why they're doing it. They'll arrive at your door as innocent as children, longing for the past. Of course, we won't mind if you look around, you'll say. It's only $20 per person. They'll pass over the money without even thinking about it: for it's money they have and peace they lack. And they'll walk out to the bleachers; sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They'll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered they're heroes. And they'll watch the game and it'll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. And the memories will be so thick they'll have to brush them away from their faces. People will come Ray. The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it's a part of our past, Ray. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again. Oh,.. people will come Ray. People will most definitely come. Ray Kinsella: This is my corn. You people are guests in my corn. Terence Mann: Oh my God! Ray Kinsella: What? Terence Mann: You're from the Sixties! Shoeless Joe Jackson: Is this heaven? Ray Kinsella: No, it's Iowa. Terence Mann: People will come, Ray. They'll come to Iowa for reasons they can't even fathom. They'll turn up your driveway, not knowing for sure why they're doing it. They'll arrive at your door, innocent as children, longing for the past. Terence Mann: The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It's been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game, is a part of our past, Ray. It reminds us of all that once was good, and that could be again. Oh people will come, Ray. People will most definitely come. [Archie's at bat and is almost hit by the pitcher's throws, twice.] Archie Graham: Hey ump, how 'bout a warning? Clean-shaven Umpire: Sure, kid. Watch out you don't get killed. Mark: Admit it, Ray. You've never liked farming. Ray Kinsella: That's not true. Mark: It is true. You don't know the first thing about farming. Ray Kinsella: Yes I do. I know a lot about farming. I know more than you think I know. Mark: Then how could you plow under your major crop? Ray Kinsella: What's a crop? Ray Kinsella: I think I know what "If you build it, he will come" means. Anni Kinsella: Ooh... why do I not think this is such a good thing? Ray Kinsella: I think it means that if I build a baseball field out there that Shoeless Joe Jackson will get to come back and play ball again. Anni Kinsella: [staring in disbelief] You're kidding. Ray Kinsella: Huh-uh. Anni Kinsella: Wow. Ray Kinsella: Yeah. Anni Kinsella: Ha! You're kidding! Anni Kinsella: I mean, Shoeless Joe... Ray Kinsella: He's dead. Died in '51; he's dead. Anni Kinsella: He's the one they suspended, right? Ray Kinsella: Right. Anni Kinsella: He's still dead? Ray Kinsella: Far as I know. Ray Kinsella: The Voice is back. Anni Kinsella: Oh, Lord. You're supposed to build a football field now? Ray Kinsella: Don't you miss being involved? Terence Mann: I was the East Coast distributor of "involved." I ate it, drank it, and breathed it. ...Then they killed Martin, Bobby, and they elected Tricky Dick twice, and people like you must think I'm miserable because I'm not involved anymore. Well, I've got news for you. I spent all my misery years ago. I have no more pain for anything. I gave at the office. Ray Kinsella: So what do you want? Terence Mann: I want them to stop looking to me for answers, begging me to speak again, write again, be a leader. I want them to start thinking for themselves. I want my privacy! Ray Kinsella: No, I mean, what do you WANT? [Gestures to the concession stand they're in front of.] Terence Mann: Oh. Dog and a beer. Ray Kinsella: Are you Moonlight Graham? Dr. Archibald "Moonlight" Graham: No one's called me Moonlight Graham in fifty years. Dr. Archibald "Moonlight" Graham: Well, you know I... I never got to bat in the major leagues. I would have liked to have had that chance. Just once. To stare down a big league pitcher. To stare him down, and just as he goes into his windup, wink. Make him think you know something he doesn't. That's what I wish for. Chance to squint at a sky so blue that it hurts your eyes just to look at it. To feel the tingling in your arm as you connect with the ball. To run the bases -- stretch a double into a triple, and flop face-first into third, wrap your arms around the bag. That's my wish, Ray Kinsella. That's my wish. And is there enough magic out there in the moonlight to make this dream come true? Ray Kinsella: Fifty years ago, for five minutes you came within... y-you came this close! It would KILL some men to get so close to their dream and not touch it! God, they'd consider it a tragedy! Dr. Archibald "Moonlight" Graham: Son, if I'd only gotten to be a doctor for five minutes... now that would have been a tragedy. Ray Kinsella: By the time I was ten, playing baseball got to be like eating vegetables or taking out the garbage. So when I was 14, I started to refuse. Could you believe that? An American boy refusing to play catch with his father. Terence Mann: Why 14? Ray Kinsella: That's when I read "The Boat Rocker" by Terence Mann. Terence Mann: [rolling his eyes] Oh, God. Ray Kinsella: Never played catch with him again. Terence Mann: You see? That's the sort of crap people are always trying to lay on me! It's not my fault you wouldn't play catch with your father! Ray Kinsella: Where'd they come from? Shoeless Joe Jackson: Where did WE come from? You wouldn't believe how many guys wanted to play here! We had to beat 'em off with a stick! Archie Graham: Hey, that's Smokey Joe Wood! And Mel Ott! And Gil Hodges! Shoeless Joe Jackson: Ty Cobb wanted to play. None of could stand the son-of-a-bitch when we were alive, so we told him to stick it! Shoeless Joe Jackson: The first two were high and tight, so where do you think the next one's gonna be? Archie Graham: Well, either low and away, or in my ear. Shoeless Joe Jackson: He's not gonna wanna load the bases, so look low and away. Archie Graham: Right. Shoeless Joe Jackson: But watch out for in your ear. Mark: You build a baseball field, and you sit here, and stare at NOTHING! John Kinsella: Is this heaven? Ray Kinsella: It's Iowa. John Kinsella: Iowa? I could have sworn this was heaven. [John starts to walk away] Ray Kinsella: Is there a heaven? John Kinsella: Oh yeah. It's the place where dreams come true. [Ray looks around, seeing his wife playing with their daughter on the porch.] Ray Kinsella: Maybe this is heaven. Ray Kinsella: The only thing we had in common was that she was from Iowa, and I had once heard of Iowa. [Only Ray, Annie and Karen can see the Black Sox players] Mark: So, I thought you were going to watch some game? Ray Kinsella: Well, it's more of a practice since there's only eight of them. Mark: Eight of what? Ray Kinsella: Them. [Mark looks around at the field] Mark: Who them? Ray Kinsella: Them them. [As the players disappear into the cornfield] Eddie Cicotte: I'm melting! I'm melting! [fades away laughing] Ray Kinsella: That is so cool! John Kinsella: Well, good night Ray. Ray Kinsella: Good night, John. [They shake hands and John begins to walk away.] Ray Kinsella: Hey...Dad? [John turns.] Ray Kinsella: [choked up] "You wanna have a catch?" John Kinsella: I'd like that. Ray Kinsella: Ok, the last interview he ever gave was in 1973. Guess what it's about. Anni Kinsella: Some kind of team sport. Ray Kinsella: What you grinning at, you ghost?