Field of Dreams | 1989

You've really pissed me off.

Just hold it right there.

I didn't want to do it this way.

What the hell is that?

It's a gun, what do you think it is?

It's your finger.

No, it's a gun.

Let me see it.

I'm not going to show you my gun.

I'm not going to hurt you. I just need you to come with me...

What are you doing?

I'll beat you with a crowbar until you go away.

Wait! You can't do that.

There are rules here? Oh, no. There are no rules here.

You're a pacifist!

Shit.

Thank you.

So, what? You're kidnapping me? What's the deal here?

I was hoping I could just convince you to come with me.

So you are kidnapping me?

I have to take you to a baseball game.

You what?

Tonight's game. Red Sox, A's.

Why?

Something will happen there.

I don't know what, but we'll find out when it does.

My name's Ray Kinsella.

You used my father's name for a character in one of your stories.

John Kinsella.

You're seeing a whole team of psychiatrists, aren't you?

I don't blame you for thinking that, but no, I'm not.

I swear to God, I'm the least crazy person I've ever known.

Why are you kidnapping me to a baseball game?

May I?

Oh, please. Want a cup of coffee?