Wesley Snipes: Bobby Rayburn

The Fan

Bobby Rayburn

[Bobby talks to Gil about how the fans of baseball are losers]
Bobby Rayburn: At least you're not one of those diehard, you know, baseball fans. You know, really.
Gil Renard: Why's that?
Bobby Rayburn: Because those guys are losers.
Gil Renard: Aren't the fans what it's all about?
Bobby Rayburn: [Bobby chuckles] Shit! Tell you somethin', man. The fans are like women. When you're hitting, they love you. When you're not, they'd just as soon spit on you as look at you.
Gil Renard: Why is that?
Bobby Rayburn: Because they don't understand that you're the same person when you're hitting or not. No. The only person you should play for is yourself.

[Bobby waits for that pitch to hit a home run on, when the opposing team begins pitching him balls]
Bobby Rayburn: What, are you walkin' me?
Catcher: Consider it a compliment, dickhead.
Bobby Rayburn: Fuck! Do you know what you're doin' to me?

[the cops aim their guns at Gil as he holds a knife in the stance of a pitcher on the pitcher's mound]
Bobby Rayburn: No! No, don't shoot! He's got my son!.
Gil Renard: Now do you care? Bobby! Now do you care? Just a little bit?

[Bobby tries to explain to Gil his newfound philosophy on baseball]
Bobby Rayburn: I mean, come on. Let's be real here, you know. What are we doin'? We're not curing cancer, you know? We're playin' a game. That's all it is. It's just a game. So I stopped caring and relaxed. Then I started hitting.

[Manny tries to make Bobby feel better about his new number 33]
Manny: Look, Jesus Christ was 33 when he died. People are still talking about him.
Bobby Rayburn: Jesus Christ? Give me my damn number!

[Bobby finds out from Manny that he has to pay Primo $500,000 for his number 11 back]
Manny: Exactly. That's 250 G's a digit.
Bobby Rayburn: Oh, man, come on. What is this boy smokin'?
Manny: Look, I tried to haggle them down. I called the kid myself, and he says it's his lucky number.
Bobby Rayburn: Luck? Shit, there ain't that much luck in the world. He's lucky to be in the fuckin' country!

[Bobby talks to Jewel in his interview over the phone]
Bobby Rayburn: My season is like a bad freeway accident. And you guys, you're just slowing down to watch.

[Gil talks to Bobby on the phone after he kidnaps Bobby Rayburn's son]
Gil Renard: Don't you talk back to me. You show me some respect. Without people like me, you're nothing. We're the ones that get you your 40 fuckin' million!
Bobby Rayburn: Look, what do you want?
Gil Renard: What do I want? I want every time they think of you they're gonna think of me.

[Bobby Rayburn on the television answers a reporter's question about why he's now suddenly hitting]
Bobby Rayburn: [to the reporter] I wish I knew.
Gil Renard: [as Gil talks to the television] That's it? You wish you knew. A simple thank you would have been nice.

[Bobby takes his first photo with Juan Primo as both men whisper in each others ears]
Juan Primo: [with a smile] I hope you like it in center field.
Bobby Rayburn: [with a smile] Yeah, I hope you like it in left.

[Manny tries to tell Bobby Rayburn to come out of the game before he injures himself worse]
Manny: I'm telling you, that media will turn on you faster than the fans. Listen to me, you gotta come out, okay?
Bobby Rayburn: I can't come out. On account of you, I gotta be Babe fuckin' Ruth!
Manny: It's William fuckin' Bendix! Can you get it right!

[Gil makes his threatening phone call to Bobby Rayburn]
Gil Renard: Remember that kid in chemo... whose life was unfair to him. Well, that's the way I've been feeling - My life has been unfair to me. The only difference is I'll be able to see you hit that home run at the game tomorrow. And I got a photo here, and I'm gonna get it to you, and I want you to put it on the jumbotron, okay?
Bobby Rayburn: Yeah.
Gil Renard: And what I want you to do, Bobby, is I want you to stand up and tell the 50 million viewers is that this home run is dedicated to Gil, a true fan. What do you think?
Bobby Rayburn: I can't believe you're serious.
Gil Renard: I'm as serious as a heart attack, Bobby. That's pretty serious, isn't it? You know there comes a time in everybody's life, Bobby, when you have to stand up for somethin'. Otherwise, you're just passin' on through. So, Bobby, I'm watchin' you. And if that pitcher goes easy on you, I'm gonna kill your fuckin' kid. Surprise, surprise. Hey, Bobby!
Bobby Rayburn: I'm still here.
Gil Renard: [Gil smiles before hanging up] Now do you care?

[Bobby and Gil start to argue about what life is about]
Bobby Rayburn: Look, all I'm saying is there's more to life than just baseball.
Gil Renard: Like what? Like your house? Like your big ass car? Like your 40 fucking' million? I mean, what the fuck do you care about?
Bobby Rayburn: I care about my son. That's what I care about.
Gil Renard: I'm sorry. I just hate that attitude you stopped caring. I'm sorry.
Bobby Rayburn: What? You got a better theory?
Gil Renard: Yeah, you got your number back.

[Bobby starts to feel guilty for Primo's death as he talks to Manny]
Manny: You know, Bobby. I wish five people dead on my drive to work everyday; five people. But wishing doesn't make it so, Bobby. You're not God, lifetime averages withstanding.
Bobby Rayburn: Yeah? Well, why do I feel so bad then, huh?
Manny: I don't know. I don't... you know, this is gonna blow the hell out of my shithead theory. But I think you feel guilty. Oh, Jesus Harry Christ. You know, I've been wrong about you all these years. You're not a shithead at all. I'm fucking flabbergasted.

[Bobby tells Gil his reason for getting out of a slump]
Bobby Rayburn: You know, Curly, I just stopped caring, man.
Gil Renard: What?
Bobby Rayburn: I just stopped caring.
Gil Renard: You stopped caring? What do you mean?
Bobby Rayburn: Hey, man, all my life I've been working to be the best. You know? Trying to be a perfectionist. And I thought about it, that's probably where I made my mistake.

[Bobby talks to the dying sick kid in the hospital]
Bobby Rayburn: What's your name?
Sick Sean: Sean.
Bobby Rayburn: Sean? Sean.
Bobby Rayburn: [Bobby looks at Manny before replying] Wow, what a coincidence. That's m-my son's name, too. Look, I have a present for you. Th-there you go. Maybe it'll make you feel better.
Sick Sean's Dad: [Sean's father holds the bat up to his son, whispering] Wow. Bobby Rayburn.
Sick Sean: [Sean looks to Bobby] Tomorrow, hit a home run for me? Please?
Bobby Rayburn: [Bobby quietly replies] I'll try.