From Bull Durham:
Crash Davis: Well, I believe in the soul, the cock, the pussy, the small of a woman’s back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.
So what’s your “I believe”? I’ll start.
I believe in steak, Canadian beer, Canadian donuts, sports, and video games.
I believe in attention to detail.
I believe sports does not get any better than overtime in the Stanley Cup Playoffs.
I believe that the only thing more romantic than stars on a summer night is snow on a winter night.
I believe that there are some things you simply cannot scrimp on.
I believe that wearing a hockey jersey or having musical talent makes a girl exponentially hotter.
I believe that whether you liked them or not, the Beatles did more for popular music than anyone ever did or ever will.
And finally, I believe that in this life, you have to have as much fun as you possibly can, and try your best to make sure that everyone else does too.