Field of Dreams/Awesome

The baseball monologue. It stirs the heart just reading it. Add James Earl Jones delivering it, and you'll be in tears by the time you finish:

Terence Mann: Ray. People will come, Ray. They'll come to Iowa for reasons they can't even fathom. They'll turn up your driveway not knowing for sure why they're doing it. They'll arrive at your door as innocent as children, longing for the past. "Of course, we won't mind if you look around", you'll say. "It's only $20 per person". They'll pass over the money without even thinking about it: for it is money they have and peace they lack. And they'll walk out to the bleachers; sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They'll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they'll watch the game and it'll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they'll have to brush them away from their faces.
Mark: Ray, when the bank opens in the morning, they'll foreclose.
Terence Mann: People will come Ray.
Mark: You're broke, Ray. You sell now, or you'll lose everything.
Terence Mann: The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it's a part of our past, Ray. It reminds us of all that once was good and that could be again. Oh... people will come Ray. People will most definitely come.

Amy Madigan's defense of literature in the face of Moral Guardians is fantastic.

Amy: At least [my husband] is not a book burner, you Nazi cow.