The Pride of the Yankees

Throw it over here.

Come on, butterfingers.

Throw it here.

Come on.

OK, let's play ball.

Come on now.

Hey, Murph.

What do you want?

Let me in, will ya?

Get out of 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 holding 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.

Oh, what the matter?

Sasha!

Yeah, Mom?

Your professors 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, Murph?

Give me the cards.

Sure, Murph.

Can I keep Babe Ruth?

Keep him.

Gee, thanks, Murph.

OK, let's play ball.

Get off the sack.

OK, 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, how 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. Coletti, let me work it out after school.

I'll run errands.

I'll...

No, Louis, what we break, we pay for.

$16.25, laves $2.25 I owe you.

I pay you Saturday.

OK, Mrs. Gehrig.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry too.

Me too, Mom.

You better be, young Gehrig, but 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, sure.

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 someday 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 wanna be a...

I don't know, Mom.

You have 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, sure.

Whatever you want me to be.

This fraternity has standards.

You just can't ignore his family.

Yeah, but he's a cinch to be a four-letter man.

His mother is the best cook at Columbia.

Somehow that doesn't add up to Sigma Alpha Psi in my mind.

Oh, Lou's all right, Van.

Just trying to maintain a certain standard.

Gold standard?

How'd you like to get this right in the...

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Let's put it to a vote.

All those in favor of pledging Lou Gehrig?

Carried.

Go ahead.

That's what you want, I won't stand in your way.

Hang a pledge pin on him, but 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, Lou.

Yeah.

Tough on the guys who live in the dormitory.

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.

Gee, thanks.

Thanks, fellas.

This is an honor.

You know, I'm not much on talking.

I'd just like to say thanks, fellas.

Welcome in, Lou.

He's a swell guy.

Hi, Mom.

What?

I just said hi.

Hi.

The soup is getting cold.

Mom?

What?

Look.

Oh, Lou, they took you in.

Yeah, just now.

Oh, Lou, everything is 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, Ma?

Always.

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

You can't even 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 half back.

Somebody gunning for you, Jim?

Well, I guess it's always open season on football coaches,

especially you sportswriters.

Oh, say, that's the half back I was telling you about, Lou.

Gehrig, a line-plunging fool.

Football?

For a kid that can hit a baseball this far?

Well, Sam, there's a pretty stiff

wind blowing this direction.

Yeah, and that wind could blow him

right into the major leagues.

Oh, no, lay off, will ya, Sam?

That's what happened to Eddie Collins,

the greatest second baseman we ever had at Columbia.

It's spread all over the sports pages,

and the first thing we know, he's

playing professional baseball.

Lay off of this kid, will ya, Sam?

I'm a newspaper man, Jim, and that sure was some wallop.

All right, of you won't introduce me,

then I'll just go right up and introduce myself.

I simply can't dare not meeting him.

Oh, Mr. Gehrig?

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

but I just couldn't stand it another minute.

Lou, you seemed 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, is just wonderful.

What chance have I got against a great athlete?

Pay no attention to me, you two, 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.