Pride of the Yankees

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Why don't you look where you're going?

Come on, butterfingers.

Throw it here.

Come on.

Okay, let's play ball.

Come on, now.

- Hey, Murphy.

- What do you want?

- Let me in, will you?

- Get outta here.

- I got some Sweet Caporal cards!

- Who you got?

Hans Wagner.

Grover Cleveland Alexander.

Them old-timers?

- Tris Speaker, Johnny Evers.

- Has-beens.

- Christy Mathewson.

- A dime a dozen.

Who you holdin' out?

Babe Ruth.

A rookie.

Come on, let's play ball!

Come on.

Three strikes and he's out.

Put it over the plate now.

Come on.

He can't hit anything.

Come on!

- What's the matter?

- Sasha.

- Yeah, Mom?

- Your professor's here. Come and take.

In a minute, Mom.

Not in a minute, Sasha.

Now!

All right.

Hey, you.

Come here.

- You gonna let me take his place?

- Gimme the cards.

Sure, Murph.

- Can I keep Babe Ruth?

- Keep him.

- Gee, thanks.

- Okay, let's play ball.

Get off the sack.

Okay. Let's go, come on.

He's a southpaw, come on.

Over the plate, now.

Let's see a good one.

- What's your name?

- Lou Gehrig.

Well, what about it?

We can't wait here all day.

I can't do anything without my wife.

I didn't mean to do it, Mom.

I didn't know I could hit that far.

He busted Colletti's window.

Baseball.

- How much?

- $18.50.

I told him, Mama,

he should carry glass insurance.

Mr. Colletti, let me

work it out after school.

- I'll run errands.

- No, Louie.

What we break, we pay for.

$16.25 leaves $2.25 I owe you.

- I pay you Saturday.

- Okay, Mrs. Gehrig.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry, too.

Me, too, Mom.

You'd better be, young Gehrig.

I'm telling you, that was a mighty wallop.

I feel awful about it, Mom. Honest, I do.

I'll pay you back the money.

I promised to fix Mrs.

Reagan's dumbwaiter.

It isn't just the money, Lou,

it's the time you waste.

I'll get my working papers.

I'll quit school.

Quit school?

How can you say that?

How many times have I told you?

I want you to go to school,

and high school, and college and...

Look at your papa. Look at me.

We didn't go to school, and what are we?

A janitor. A cook.

I want you to be somebody.

Sure, Mom.

Like your Uncle Otto, Louie.

He went to university. He graduated.

Don't you see, Louie?

That's why I'm cooking at Columbia,

so you can go there some day...

...and be an engineer like your Uncle Otto.

Mom, maybe I ain't cut out to be an engineer.

- What do you want to be?

- I want to be a...

- I don't know.

- You've got to know.

In this country,

you can be anything you want to be.

Don't you want to be an engineer

like your Uncle Otto?

- Don't you?

- Sure, Mom.

Whatever you want me to be.

This fraternity has standards.

You can't ignore his family.

- He's a cinch to be a four-letter man.

- His mother's the best cook at Columbia.

Somehow that doesn't add up

to Sigma Alpha Psi, in my mind.

Lou's all right, Van.

- I'm trying to maintain a certain standard.

- Gold standard?

How would you like to get

this right in the...

Hold on.

Let's put it to a vote.

All those in favor of pledging Lou Gehrig...

Carried.

Go ahead, if that's what you want.

I won't stand in your way.

Hang a pledge pin on him.

Don't expect me to call him brother.

Let's eat.

I don't know why this has to happen

every night before dinner.

You certainly smacked that ball around

this afternoon.

Yeah. Tough on the guys

who live in the dormitories.

You never know when you're going

to get a baseball in your geometry.

- What's your batting average now?

- I'll swap it for your math grade.

Hold it, Lou.

Thanks, fellows.

This is an honor.

You know, I'm not much on talking.

I just would like to say...

...thanks, fellows.

- Welcome in, Lou.

- He's a swell guy.

- Hi, Mom.

- What?

I just said hi.

Hi. The soup is getting cold.

- Mom.

- What?

Look.

- Lou, they took you in.

- Yeah, just now.

Everything's going so fine now.

First Columbia, then a fraternity,

and the next thing, you will be an engineer.

This is just the pledge pin.

I get the real pin before long.

And when I get it,

I'm supposed to give it to my best girl.

You still my best girl, Mom?

Always.

It'll mean you'll have to go steady with me.

You can't look at anybody else.

Not even Papa?

All right, Papa.

Well, Sam. I'm going to build

my football team around a new man next fall.

A great halfback.

Somebody gunning for you, Jim?

I guess it's always open season

on football coaches.

Especially to you sportswriters.

That's the halfback I was telling you about.

Lou Gehrig, a line-plunging fool.

Football?

For a kid that can hit a baseball this far?

There's a pretty stiff wind

blowing in this direction.

That wind could blow him

into the major leagues.

Lay off. That happened to Eddie Collins...

...the greatest second baseman

we had at Columbia.

It spread all over the sports pages,

and then he's playing professional baseball.

Lay off of this kid, will you?

I'm a newspaperman, Jim,

and that sure was some wallop.

If you won't introduce me, then I'll just go

right up and introduce myself.

I can't bear not meeting him.

Mr. Gehrig.

I suppose you'll think I'm terribly fresh,

but I just couldn't stand it another minute.

Lou, you seem to have made a conquest.

Mile-a-minute Myra,

the all-American prom-trotter.

Miss Tinsley, may I present Mr. Gehrig?

- How do you do?

- I do, Mr. Gehrig, just wonderful.

What chance have I got

against a great athlete?

Pay no attention to me.

I'll just go away somewhere

and drink myself to death.

Aren't you going to ask me to dance?

Wouldn't you condescend to dance

with a little Miss Nobody like me?

- I guess I don't dance very well.

- You and your modesty.

Athletes do everything well.

Don't you want to dance with me?

Would you care to dance, Miss Tinsley?

I'd adore to.

I could just die dancing with you.

But it seems such a waste of time.

I want to talk to you.

I know a place we can be all by our lonesome.

It'll be just wonderful.

You know what?

I never danced before in my life.

- Now...

- I wouldn't kid you. I'd never kid you.

I was scared stiff, Miss Tinsley.

Myra.

Myra, would you like to dance again?

Later.

First, I want to know all about you.

Go on, tell me.

There isn't anything.

A great big, famous person like you?

You've even had your name in the paper.

Tell me, do you just adore baseball?

You see, I'm not gonna be a ballplayer.

Mom wants me to be an engineer.

You're going to do what she wants?

Of course.

I think that's just adorable.

Gonna be an old engineer

that never gets his name in the paper.

Just 'cause your mother wants you to.

You're wonderful.

You're the one that's wonderful.

Now, Mr. Gehrig...

Lou.

Are you going to remember me, Lou?

Remember you?

Maybe these will help you to.

Of course they will.

Because they're like you.

- "Night and day time, always play..."

- Hey, Myra.

Where have you been? How about our dance?

Excuse me, Lou.

"And the poor get poorer...

"In the meantime, in between time,

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