"Men, all this stuff you've heard about Astros fans not wanting to fight - wanting to stay out of the war, is a lot of horse dung. Astros fans traditionally love to fight. All real Astros fans love the sting of battle. When you were kids, you all admired the champion marble shooter, the fastest runner, big league ball players, the toughest boxers. Astros fans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. The Astros play to win all the time. I wouldn't give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That's why the Astros have never lost and never will lose a war, because the very thought of losing is hateful to Astros fans." OK, so I fudged it a little....it's the PLAYOFFS dammit!
D-Day: War's over, man. Pujols dropped the big one. Bluto: Over? Did you say "over"? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no! Otter: Germans? Boon: Forget it, he's rolling. Bluto: And it ain't over now. 'Cause when the goin' gets tough... [thinks hard] Bluto: the tough get goin'! Who's with me? Let's go! [runs out, alone; then returns] Bluto: What the **** happened to the Astros I used to know? Where's the spirit? Where's the guts, huh? "Ooh, we're afraid to go with you Bluto, we might get in trouble." Well just kiss my ass from now on! Not me! I'm not gonna take this. Pujols, he's a dead man! Edmunds, dead! Eckstein... Otter: Dead! Bluto's right. Psychotic, but absolutely right. We gotta take these bastards. Now we could do it with conventional weapons that could take years and cost millions of lives. No, I think we have to go all out. I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody's part. Bluto: We're just the guys to do it. D-Day: Let's do it. Bluto: LET'S DO IT!
