Take Me Out To The Ball Game Page #5

"It's fate, baby, the stars have written

"That you and me is us

"It's right, baby, so right

"I can see it in the cards

"Don't fight, baby, take off that mitten

"'Cause you and me is pards

"Listen, Mac,

it's all arranged in the Zodiac

"Got you coming and going

"Hey, bud, you're future's showing

"Too late, baby, too late

"This feeling in me stirs

"It's fate, baby, so let's start buying

"Towels marked 'His' and 'Hers"'

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I want to talk to you.

No, I'm sorry. I'm very busy now.

Why don't she leave me alone?

I got to see you, just for a minute.

I can't now. I'm busy.

Denny, why don't you talk to the lady?

She ain't a lady.

She's been sending me candy and flowers,

she's been writing and phoning me.

What does she want from me?

You can't drive a horse up on the sidewalk!

Are you crazy?

Come here!

Why are you running away?

What's wrong with you?

She just wants to mother you.

With a whip in her hand? Are you crazy?

You bad boy, I got a notion

to take you on my knee.

- You mean over your knee, don't you?

- I know what I mean!

What do you want with me?

I got an invitation for you, the whole team.

You, too, I guess.

An invitation to what?

Joe Lorgan's throwing a party

Saturday night after the game...

...down at Gibby's Wharf,

and he wants the whole team to come.

I don't know...

Are you afraid the boys

might enjoy themselves?

You'll love it, there'll be beer

and food and music and dancing...

...and clams!

A clambake!

Look away!

Look away!

Look away!

"Look away! Look away!

"It's a lovely day today in the USA

"Like a great big strawberry shortcake

"Or a turkey on Thanksgiving Day

"Like the Fourth of July or apple pie

"It's strictly USA

"Like a hot dog covered with mustard

"Or an amateur home talent play

"Like a circus parade or lemonade

"It's strictly USA

"Go to a picnic

"Go to a clambake

"Go to a barn dance

"Or county fair

"You'll see the happy residents

"Raising kids to be the future presidents

"Take a man like Abraham Lincoln

"Take a state like loway

"Take a sugar-cured ham

"A candied yam

"Or take your favorite Uncle Sam

"And shout a big 'hooray'

"It's strictly USA

"You never can know a country

till you know the folks

"See 'em in their native locales

"If you want to see young acorns

growing into oaks

"You got to see the fellas and gals

"And as the sweetest,

extra special bunch of merchandise

"The all-American gal wins the prize

"The all-American man is a hunk of a man

"He's a handy man in a pinch

"And maybe he can't make love

like a Latin can

"Still he's quite a guy in a clinch

"The all-American fellow

wears the coat of high finance

"But the all-American girl wears the pants

"Like the bell on the little red schoolhouse

"Or a vote on election day

"Like a brass spittoon or Daniel Boone

"It's strictly USA

- "Back East it's 'Hey, bud'

- "Down South it's 'Hi, y'all'

- "Cowboys say 'Howdy'

- "Injuns say 'How'

"No matter where you're meeting folks

"It's the real American way

of greeting folks

"Take a gal like Lydia Pinkham

"Take an oyster from Chesapeake Bay

"Take our ice cream cones

"Or Casey Jones

"Take Mister Tambo and Mister Bones

"They're really here to stay

"'Cause it's strictly USA!"

We're entertaining a bunch of ball players.

I don't get it

These boys are a cinch to win. You bet

a big chunk of dough against them.

I like the odds. They're 4-to-1.

But they're unbeatable.

So was One Round Delgan

until he was knocked cold.

- That fight was fixed. You yourself...

- You don't say!

You sure need fattening up.

I don't need anything.

Bones.

She don't feed you enough, that one.

- What one?

- The one that owns you.

She doesn't own me,

and she feeds me plenty.

Then she ought to change your formula.

Is she your girl?

Yes. No. I mean, I don't know.

If I was your girl, you'd know.

Some people just never appreciate.

Appreciate what?

Just appreciate.

You know, come to think of it,

she's really not your type of girl at all.

Will you do me a favor,

and don't think about it?

She's wonderful.

Sometimes a person thinks a person

is his type of person.

Suddenly, he meets another person who

turns out to be really his type of person.

Do you know what I mean?

No. And I don't believe you.

Besides, when the right one comes along,

I'll know.

I'll wait.

Say, what's with you and Denny,

or am I too personal?

Yes, you are. Much too.

I have a reason for wanting to know.

A personal reason.

You've been keeping me awake nights.

I have?

You have. Indirectly, of course.

Denny talks about you in his sleep.

Keeps waking me up.

Last night, for instance.

All of a sudden he woke up yelling...

..."slide, Katherine, slide."

Denny even dreams baseball.

He wasn't dreaming about baseball.

How do you know?

Because when I leaned over

to wake him up, he embraced me...

...like this...

...and then he kissed me, like this.

You're right.

It couldn't have been about baseball.

That's what I said.

Okay, Eddie, okay.

Boy, I got to hand it to you. You win.

Win what, Nat?

Nothing, Miss Higgins.

Come on, Nat. What is it, tell me?

Something personal between us.

I bet him $1 that I'd kiss you

before the dance was over.

You know something, Eddie?

Sometimes I don't get you.

Sometimes I don't get myself.

- Why'd you tell her?

- I didn't intend to.

Then why did you?

Because she's got Denny crazy about her

and she doesn't care that much about him.

How do you know?

From the way she kissed me.

You're kind of mixed up, ain't you, fellow?

Kind of.

- At last.

- At last what, Denny?

You know, Katherine. You must know.

No, Denny, please.

Honest, from the minute you picked up

that grounder and threw to third...

...I knew it was love.

- No.

It, it's just that I don't want you

to build up any false hopes.

I like you very much but, well...

You mean, maybe when the season's over?

After we win the pennant?

- We'll talk about it then.

- Good.

Will you do me a favor?

Sure.

Will you kiss me? Right now. Hard.

Kiss you now?

- Here? Now?

- Right here.

No kick in it?

No. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

Sure, it's all right. I understand.

Sometimes a person thinks a person

is her type of person...

...and all of a sudden, she finds that...

...that person's really not her type,

but another one is her type of person.

It doesn't always work that way, Denny.

It doesn't always work?

- What are you doing spying on me?

- Who's spying? I was just watching.

Some people just never appreciate.

Come here, you.

Well, come here.

Kiss me.

Did it have any kick in it?

Good.

I was beginning to worry a little bit.

Hello, Shirley.

Hi.

Dennis, you shouldn't have kissed me

in front of all these people.

What's wrong

with Mrs. O'Brien's boy, Eddie?

Heart trouble.

It looks like heart trouble to me.

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