:10:01
Your mother has the best breasts
of all the mothers.
:10:03
- Yeah.
- And she smells the best too.
:10:06
- I know.
- She's so sexy that...
:10:08
sometimes I forget
she's someone's mother.
:10:10
- Okay! Okay!
- I was just being honest.
:10:13
Well, what if I said
the same thing about your mother?
:10:15
I'd have you committed.
:10:17
Nobody knew her secret. Not even me.
:10:19
- And I wouldn't know it to this day,
if it wasn't for Simon Birch.
- Ooh!
:10:23
Birch, on deck.
:10:32
Go get 'em, Simon.
:10:42
You go, Simon.
You'll be wonderful.
:10:45
Simon loved baseball.
:10:47
I'm not sure why.
:10:51
He rarely got to play and when he did,
he was ordered not to swing.
:10:54
His strike zone
was minuscule.
:10:57
Holy shit!
:10:59
Ha! Look at this kid.
:11:01
- It's the friggin' hobbit.
- Nah, it's Thumbelina.
:11:04
- You're both wrong.
It's a pinch-hitting munchkin.
- Okay, all right.
:11:08
- Let's play ball.
Do your thing, Simon.
:11:12
- Show 'em how it's done.
- Okay, Foster, he's yours.
:11:19
- 0-1.
- Good eye, Birch.
:11:21
- Good eye, son.
- Foster, easy.
:11:24
- You don't need your fastball
on this guy.
:11:29
- 0-2.
- All right. Lay it in easy, now.
:11:32
I'm trying. Shit!
:11:40
- Zero, three.
- That was great!
:11:44
- Way to watch.
- Thank you, Miss Wenteworth.
:11:49
All right. Let's go Foster,
buddy. Right in there, buddy.
:11:52
- Ball four!
- Shit!
:11:55
Take your base.