It’s not exactly “If you build it, he will come,” but perhaps if W.P. Kinsella had consulted Frank Miller, this pastime epic would have turned out slightly differently…
“Is this heaven?”
“I’m sorry…I believe you’re a guest in my corn?”
“I said, is this heaven? And is this why you did this? For you? I’d choose my next words carefully, Ray, they might be your last as owner of this farm.”
“You bring Tyrus Raymond fucking Cobb to my little slice of fried gold and then have the audacity to bat right-handed? Badly, I might add. Oh, I have chosen my words carefully, Bumpkin. Perhaps you should have done the same.
Is this heaven?”
“This…is…IOWA!”...
