Squints: L-7 weenie.

Squints: About time Benny. My clothes are going out of style.
Tommy: They already are Squints.
Squints: Shut up.

Ham: Hey you wanna s'more?
Smalls: Some more what?
Ham: No no. You want a s'more?
Smalls: I haven't had anything yet. So how can I have some more of nothing?
Ham: You're killing me Smalls.

Squints: For-e-ver.

*after kissing Wendy*
Squints: Of course I did. been planning it for years.

Benny: Man, this is baseball. You gotta stop thinking. Just have fun. I mean, if you were having fun you would've caught that ball. You ever have a paper route?
Smalls: I helped a guy once.
Benny: Okay, well chuck it like you throw paper. When your arm gets here, just let go. Just let go, its that easy.
Smalls: How do I catch it?
Benny: Just stand out there and stick your glove out in the air. I'll take care of it.

Phillips: It's easy when you play with rejects and a fat kid, Rodriguez.
Benny: Shut your mouth, Phillips!
Ham: What'd you say, crap face?
Phillips: You shouldn't be allowed to touch a baseball. Except for Rodriguez, you're all an insult to the game.
Ham: Come on! We'll take you on, right here! Right now! Come on!
Sandlot Kids: Yeah!
Phillips: We play on a real diamond, Porter. You ain't good enough to lick the dirt off our cleats.
Ham: Watch it, jerk!
Phillips: Shut up, idiot!
Ham: Moron!
Phillips: Scab eater!
Ham: Butt sniffer!
Phillips: Pus licker!
Ham: Fart smeller!
Bertram: *sniffs* Ahh.
Phillips: You eat dog crap for breakfast, geek!
Ham: You mix your Wheaties with your mama's toe jam!
Sandlot Kids: Yeah!
Phillips: You bob for apples in the toilet! And you like it!
Ham: You play ball like a giiirrrrrrrrl!
*entire group stands in shocked silence*
Phillips: What did you say?
Ham: You heard me.
Phillips: Tomorrow. Noon, at our field. Be there, buffalo-butt breath.
Ham: Count on it, pee-drinking crap-face!