Pride of the Yankees Page #3

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- Substitute?

- No. Yankees.

Scorecards. Get your scorecards.

Hello, Babe.

- Hello, boys. How are you?

- Hey, Babe.

Was that homer yesterday 38 or 39?

Don't know, but

I'll hit 'em and you count 'em.

- Where's Lou?

- I don't see him.

You sure we came to the right ballpark?

What did you say

the name of this genius was?

Gehrig. Henry Louis Gehrig.

$5 will get you $10,

you don't remember any part of it next year.

Henry Blotto Gehrig.

Come on, son. Give me the ball.

Will you give me the ball?

Come on.

Gehrig.

I want you to keep your eye on Wally Pipp,

out there on first base.

I know you can hit,

but fielding is important, too.

Yeah.

What's the matter, Wally?

You getting weak? Hit it.

What's the matter, Wally? Can't you see him?

Take your time, Wally old boy.

You can do it.

Strike!

- Time.

- Time.

Better take me out, Miller.

I've been seein' double since I was beaned.

That's a tough break. Have Doc look you over.

Too bad, Wally.

Gehrig.

- Who, me?

- Yes, you.

Tanglefoot.

Never mind, that. Get in there for Pipp.

- Get a hold of one, I know you can do it.

- Okay.

Lot of pepper.

Come on, talk it up, you fellows.

Gehrig now batting for Pipp.

- You started something, Eleanor.

- Didn't I?

Dreadful, isn't it?

I seem to have tied a label on that rookie.

Tanglefoot!

Safe!

Omit flowers, please.

Are you putting the jinx on him?

No, Sam.

But you ought to have a nurse around.

- Are you okay?

- I'm okay.

Better get to the clubhouse,

have the doc look at you.

I'm all right, Mr. Huggins.

Don't take me out now.

I've been waiting too long to get in.

What do we have to do,

kill you to get you out of the lineup?

- Babe, we're waiting for you.

- What will it be tonight, Mr. Ruth?

I'll have a couple of those,

smothered with pork chops.

- Yes, sir.

- Take it easy.

And mushrooms.

- Maybe some nice fish.

- Say, that's an idea.

The Yankees.

Enjoying your stay in Chicago?

- Hello, Mr. Twitchell.

- Hello, losers.

Hello, Mr. Twitchell.

Gotta let 'em win once in a while.

There's your friend,

the Hot Dog King's daughter.

Tell them to bring some horseshoes

when they come to New York.

- You can't win with alibis.

- We weren't alibiing.

How's Tanglefoot?

Has he come to yet, or can't you tell?

You gave that rookie an awful riding

out there today.

Have you made up your mind yet?

Yes, I think I'll have some lamb chops

and pineapple.

Hello, Mr. Blake.

Tanglefoot.

Miss Twitchell. Mr. Gehrig.

All right, we're even.

If we're even, maybe you'll sit down with us.

- Not going to pull it out, are you?

- No.

Mr. Gehrig, I hear this was

your first game today.

My first appearance.

And am I glad to get out

of the lumber business.

- You don't know what that means.

- I know what it means.

What does it mean?

Picking splinters off of your pants

from sitting on the bench so long.

How long do you expect

to stay off the bench, Mr. Gehrig?

I'll tell you. I got a hunch

I'm gonna be playing for a long while.

Wally Pipp must be awful sick.

Say...

What are you doing with this Yankee?

- Hello, Sam.

- Hello, Mr. Twitchell.

This is my father.

- How do you do?

- Yankees' new first baseman?

- Yes, sir, at last.

- I like the way you stand up to the ball.

Lot of power there.

Your father knows a player when he sees one.

- Yes, he stands up to the plate fine.

- Yes, he does.

And he falls down on the bats

pretty good, too, Dad.

Mr. Tanglefoot.

- Won't you join us, Mr. Twitchell?

- Thank you.

Say, Blake...

...you know a lot about women.

Yeah, sure.

What does it mean when a girl says

you remind her of a Newfoundland puppy?

Well, if it was an Airedale,

that would be bad.

Or a police dog.

That would be fatal.

But a Newfoundland puppy...

...l'd see her again, if I was you.

I think he's got a pinochle deck.

Hey, where have you been?

Let me out of here.

Boys, where's Lou?

Did he get on the train all right?

Yeah, he got on.

Just hoping, that's all.

I've watched this game for four hands now.

You've had some swell hats, Babe,

but this one is tops.

It is beautiful.

Yeah? Now listen, you mugs.

Lay off of this one.

If I see anyone touch it,

I'll knock his teeth in.

And I'm not kidding.

Deal me in.

Come on. Ante up.

We can look at it, can't we, Babe?

- You know, from a distance?

- Don't try to kid me, Mark.

- You busted my last one.

- Me? No.

No, not Mark.

Don't look too hard.

That's the fifth straw hat I've bought

this season and that's the last straw.

The last straw? That's a good gag, Babe.

Get the point?

What a gag.

- I'm in.

- Give me three.

Three to Babe. Coming in.

- Jack?

- Two.

Go ahead, take a bite.

If you're one of us, you'll take a bite.

Take two bites.

What do you got?

Three kings.

Why, you...

- The busher was hungry.

- He didn't need cream and sugar.

That Gehrig's the chump of all time.

Falling for a gag like that.

He doesn't know about gags.

What does he know about, Mr. Bones?

- Baseball.

- He knows! I'll tell you something.

A guy like that is a detriment to any sport.

He's a boob with a batting eye.

He wakes up, brushes his teeth,

hikes out to the ballpark...

...hits the ball, hikes back

to the hotel room...

...reads the funny papers, gargles,

and goes to bed.

That's personality.

- The best.

- A real hero.

Let me tell you about heroes, Hank.

I've covered a lot of them,

and I'm saying Gehrig is the best of them.

No front-page scandals, no daffy excitements,

no horn-piping in the spotlight.

No nothing.

But a guy who does his job and nothing else.

He lives for his job, he

gets a lot of fun out it.

Fifty million other people

get a lot of fun out of him...

...watching him do something

better than anybody else ever did.

You'd be right, Sam, if all baseball fans

were as big b*obs as Gehrig.

They are.

The same kind of b*obs as Gehrig.

Only without a batting eye.

That's why I'm putting my money on Gehrig.

There's a package for you, Louie.

- I'll take it, Mom.

- No, I'll open it.

- Maybe I'd better pack it just like it is.

- No, I'll open it.

- Where did you say you play first?

- Chicago.

Great town.

They call me Tanglefoot in Chicago.

- Tanglefoot?

- Yeah, only she didn't mean it, I think.

Who?

That is the way you talk about a city.

The city's always "she."

Ships, too.

- What's this?

- That's my new suit.

- You never had one like this before.

- It's what they call a tuxedo.

- Some people call it a tux.

- You wear it when you go out at night.

To a smoker.

Louie.

Am I still your best girl?

Take care of my girl, Pop.

Ball two.

Have you seen Mr. Twitchell, lately?

- Twitchell?

- Yeah.

The fellow we met

at the Rathskeller that night, remember?

I didn't know he'd made

such an impression on you.

Strike two.

Say you wanted to find Mr. Twitchell.

What would you do?

I don't want to find Mr. Twitchell.

Don't worry,

you're bound to run into Eleanor one day.

- Eleanor?

- Yes. She'll know where her father is.

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