Simon Birch
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: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.

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