A League of Their Own Page #9
- PG
- Year:
- 1992
- 128 min
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Well, what do you say?
All right, Ira.
We'll stick with it.
My mother always used to say,
"If at first you don't succeed..."
You don't have to spend the next
six months in Saskatchewan.
- Alice, you told me it's lovely.
- Yeah, if you like ice fishing.
I swear.
- Well, we didn't.
- Up to that last inning, we had it.
I'm so depressed, I could eat a cow.
Hey, Dottie. It's all right.
You know?
You did good.
Get dressed. See you on the bus.
Thanks, Mae.
Here. Thanks.
Wanna be a ballplayer
when you get big?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
- What's your name? Angelina.
- Angelina.
Here you go.
You gotta practice really hard.
What's your name?
- Hi. How much are these?
- Help yourself.
- Thank you.
- Sure.
- Hitting!
- You all like hitting better?
- What's your name? Mary.
- Mary.
- Who you rooting for?
- Racine!
That's what I thought you said.
Yeah.
Okay, well, you guys be good.
Get dirty.
- Bye!
- Bye, Kit!
Dottie, look...
- I'm sorry I knocked you over.
- No, you're not.
How do you expect...
You did what you had to. You just
beat me. You wanted it more than me.
I jammed my shoulder,
if it makes you feel any better.
A little.
Bob and I are driving back to Oregon.
You're welcome to come with us.
No. You two should be alone.
I'd just be in the way.
When do you think
you'll be coming home?
Well, some of the girls talked about
staying around here and getting jobs.
I really like it here.
Christmas?
I... I don't know. But you're
coming back next year, right?
No.
I wanna have kids.
We wanna have kids.
Dottie, you got plenty of time
to have kids.
You couldn't give this up.
You'd miss it.
Miss it?
Miss putting on all this gear?
Catching a double-header in 100-degree
heat? Pushing the bus in mud?
Getting slammed into every other day
by a base runner?
Think I'm gonna miss that?
Yeah.
- I'll tell you what I'll miss.
- What?
Well, I'll miss the girls.
I'll miss you, Kit.
Me?
Yeah. How many sisters
do you think I have?
I love you, Kit.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Just when I want you to stay,
you're leaving.
Well, thank you for getting me
into the league, Dottie.
You got yourself in the league.
I got you on the train.
Play great.
Like you.
You stay in touch, you hear?
Come home every once in a while.
If you don't, I'll come back
and hit line drives at your head, okay?
Go on.
I love you.
And you are gonna miss this.
- I don't care what you say.
- Yeah.
- There's the winner!
- Good game, Jimmy.
- Good game, good manager.
- Jimmy Dugan.
- Hi, I'm a big fan of yours.
- Hi. Yeah?
I'm Dottie's husband.
Oh, hey, hey.
Well, then I'm a big fan of yours.
- Yeah.
- Well...
Old man Harvey just...
...offered me a job managing
next year in Wichita.
Triple A? That's great. Good luck.
I turned him down.
- Why?
- What do you mean, why?
I already got a job.
I'll see you.
- All right.
- Okay.
Miss Cuthbert, save me
my special seat, now, cutie!
Meet you at the hotel.
Really, Dad, thank you for coming.
It was such a surprise to me.
Hey, did you see Mae's catch, Dad?
I'd rather see you play ball
than that other stuff you used to do.
What are you saying that for?
You make her feel bad! All right.
Steak dinner.
On you. All right, I'll see you later.
Kit, over here! Come on, let's go!
Kit, come on!
Come on, let's get going!
- Bye!
- Goodbye, sweetie!
- That was Bob, huh?
- Yeah.
Nice guy.
- Yeah.
- Yeah. Well...
Hey, Kit.
Lay off of those high ones.
I like the high ones.
- Mule!
- Nag!
- Hey, Mae. Come here.
- What?
- What do you want?
- Come here.
- Come here, come here.
- What?
- What is it?
- Look at her.
Hey.
Dottie.
It's Dottie.
Hey, Doris.
- Dottie!
- Hi.
Mae? All-the-Way Mae?
- No one's called me that since...
- Last night!
Hey, girls! Look who's here!
Shirley?
- Oh, Shirley!
- Dottie.
Helen Haley!
- It's Dr. Haley now. I'm a doctor.
- Who's that?
- That's Dottie Hinson.
Betty Spaghetti.
- Oh, hi, Betty.
- Best ballplayer in the league.
- I don't remember her.
- She only played one year.
Oh, Ellen Sue!
- Hi!
- You haven't changed one bit.
Dottie, I married a plastic surgeon.
Dottie, having you here is good luck.
Thanks, Alice.
Dottie?
Marla.
- Oh, Marla.
- Dottie.
I'm so glad you're here.
- How's? Yeah.
- Nelson? He's good.
He's retired.
Our son runs the business.
How's Bob?
Oh, you know. He's...
- When?
- Just this winter.
I'm sorry.
- We finally made it.
- Oh, Shirley, I'm so excited.
I've got butterflies in my stomach!
They've got a "Women In Baseball"
thing up there. Isn't it neat?
Baseball Hall of Fame.
I'm shaking.
Wait a minute here. Dottie?
- Guess who that is.
- Who?
Hi, Dottie.
You remember?
You're gonna lose.
Stilwell, angel!
My goodness!
Where's your mom?
Mom died a couple years ago.
Oh, I'm sorry.
She was a real nice lady.
And a damn fine ballplayer.
Yeah.
...just felt like I...
...owed it to her to be here.
She always said it was the best time
she ever had in her whole life.
Stilwell, come here.
You recognize yourself?
- Can I get one of these?
- Sure. Of course.
Ladies! Ladies!
It's a pleasure to welcome you
here today.
It's taken years,
but you are the first women...
...ever to be inducted
into the Baseball Hall of Fame!
- And now...
- Wait. Wait a minute.
This really isn't right.
Mr. Lowenstein...
...since you kept the league going
all those years...
...well, you do it.
- There you go, Ira.
- Thank you, Bob.
Ladies...
...it's my honor.
Mr. Capadino, look! That's when you
changed my life, honey!
And, oh, that's great!
Stilwell, angel, smile!
Batter up
Hear that call
The time has come
For one and all
To play
Ball
We're the members of
The All-American League
We come from cities
Near and far
We've got Canadians
Irish ones and Swedes
We're all for one
We're one for all
We're All-Americans
- Look.
- Is that you, Grandma?
Her motto, do or die
She's not the one to use
Or need an alibi
Oh, Kit.
I'm so glad you came.
Hi, Aunt Dottie.
Take a picture.
Let's take a picture of the whole team.
The original Peaches!
Hey, come on, come on. Okay.
Strike!
That was clear inside.
It was clear inside, clear inside.
- That's three times.
- That's my opinion.
Yesterday or tomorrow,
that might be a ball...
...but today, it was a strike!
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