Karin Quotes

Dagmar: Have there been any changes in the family in the last year or so?
Gus: [while Karin simultaneously nods "Yes"] No, everything is pretty much exactly the same except Karin is pregnant and Lars is nuts.
Dagmar: You know, this isn't necessarily a bad thing. What we call mental illness isn't always just an illness. It can be a

communication; it can be a way to work something out.
Gus: Fantastic. When will it be over?
Dagmar: When he doesn't need it anymore.
Karin: How can we help?
Dagmar: Go along with it.
Karin: Oh, no. No, that's... No.
Gus: Oh, my. No, no, no. No. No, I mean,

pretend that she's real? I'm not gonna do that. I mean, I can't. I'm just not gonna do it.
Dagmar: She is real.
Gus: Well...
Dagmar: I mean, she's right out there.
Gus: Right, right. I get that. But I'm just not gonna... You know, I'm just not gonna... I'm not gonna do it, so...

Dagmar: You won't be able to change his mind, anyway. Bianca's in town for a reason.
Gus: Right, but, but...
Dagmar: It's not really a choice.
Karin: Okay. Okay. All right, then, we'll do it. Whatever it takes.
Gus: Oh, yeah, yeah, yep. And everyone's gonna laugh at him.

Dagmar: And you...

[first lines]
Ray Kinsella: [voice over] My father's name was John Kinsella. It's an Irish name. He was born in North Dakota in 1896, and never saw a big city until he came back from France in 1918. He settled in Chicago, where he quickly learned to live and die with the White Sox. Died a little when they lost the 1919 World Series. Died a lot the following summer when

eight members of the team were accused of throwing that series. He played in the minors for a year too, but nothing ever came of it. Moved to Brooklyn in '35, married Mom in '38. He was already an old man working at the naval yards when I was born in 1952. My name's Ray Kinsella. Mom died when I was three, and I suppose Dad did the best he could. Instead of Mother Goose, I was put to bed at night

to stories of Babe Ruth, Lou Gehrig, and the great Shoeless Joe Jackson. Dad was a Yankees fan then, so of course I rooted for Brooklyn. But in '58, the Dodgers moved away, so we had to find other things to fight about. We did. And when it came time to go to college, I picked the farthest one from home I could find. This, of course, drove him right up the wall, which I suppose was the point.

Officially, my major was English, but really it was the '60s. I marched, I smoked some grass, I tried to like sitar music, and I met Annie. The only thing we had in common was that she came from Iowa, and I had once heard of Iowa. After graduation, we moved to the Midwest and stayed with her family as long as we could... almost a full afternoon. Annie and I got married in June of '74. Dad died

that fall. A few years later, Karin was born. She smelled weird, but we loved her anyway. Then Annie got the crazy idea that she could talk me into buying a farm. I'm thirty-six years old, I love my family, I love baseball, and I'm about to become a farmer. And until I heard the Voice, I'd never done a crazy thing in my whole life.
Voice: If you build it, he will come.

[Mark goes out to the field, where Ray and Karin are watching the players]
Mark: So, I thought you were going to watch some game?
Ray Kinsella: Well, it's more of a practice since there's only eight of them.
Mark: Eight of what?
Ray Kinsella: [motioning toward the players] Them.

Mark: [looking around at the field, unable to see the players] Who them?
Ray Kinsella: [emphatically, not realizing that Mark can't see the players] Them them.