Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Fill her up? - Yes, sir.
As far as I can see.
...and they have got talent and they wanna play.
Hey, nigger boy! What are you doing playing baseball?
Leave your hat on the ground, maybe somebody'll throw some money in it, huh?
- Yeah, for today. - Hey, Robinson.
...sooner or later they won't be able to help but throw a curve.
Uh, I had no problems with white men in the service or at UCLA.
You know what you're here for, don't you, huh?
You're the one...
If he were white, we'd call that spirit.
"Get out of baseball or your baby boy will die."
It's about getting paid.
Watch your step.
What am I gonna do with you?
Wait, timeout, hold on. He's gotta take a nap.
Hold on. Now, wait, we should talk about this.
They're just ignorant.
I'm not.
Everybody in baseball is gonna be against me. Heh.
The Commissioner of Baseball.
Spider Jorgensen at third. And the captain, Pee Wee Reese, at short.
...is the attitude of the players.
...because unless you fellas pay a little more attention to your work...
I want a player who's got the guts not to fight back.
Harold, telegram the press. Say this:
Hey, Jackie. Jackie, you think you can make it with these white boys?
Yes.
Only the first.
No.
He gets out the Negro vote. He does a lot of good for colored people.
...recognizing something special when they see it.
You wanted to see me, Mr. Rickey?
Agreed.
...as this type of scrappy play...
What the hell, Wendell?
...as they chase the pennant that eluded them last year.
- All right. - Come on, fellas.
I saw her walking earlier with a little bit of a bow in her step.
Happy, you can't do this, you son of a bitch!
A black man in white baseball, heh, can you imagine the reaction?
"Branch Rickey cannot afford to upset team chemistry...
Come on, Jackie, let's go!
I'm gonna be here with you till the day I die.
Scorecards here! Get your scorecards here!
Stay off it. Team doc will be out.
You're the problem, you disgrace. What the hell kind of man are you?
It might be Montreal.
- What do you want me to do with this? - Well, you play first base.
There's bad blood here...
Uh, where are the other wives staying?
Treat him like they would any other teammate.
A man came by while you was asleep.
Come on, nigger, nigger, nigger!
Yes, Mr. Rickey.
It's all I got.
Come on nigger nigger nigger
And he did it. It's a home run.
It ain't fair to force him on us like this.
Yes. You know your mother loves me.
I know you've all, uh, heard the news. I'm your new manager.
"We got no room for you, boy. Not even down in the coal bin where you belong."
Apparently, some people aren't too happy about me playing with Robinson.
...you gotta have the guts...
Life in the United States could return to normal.
I'm indisposed.
Well, I figure if he's man enough to take my job...
Get that nigger off the field!
Bring him here.
Contract for me to sign.
Well, of course he does.
When parents don't know You explain big words to them
All right!
Jack's got a thick skin. He'll be okay.
All right, men. Men?
Then Cincinnati will nearly be a home game for you.
Please, God, let Jackie show them what we can do.
Can you do it?
I thought so.
I'm gonna need a new bat.
It's okay.
But my team's gonna be in Philadelphia tomorrow...
Son of a bitch.
Ostermueller, deliberate.
Bottom of the 1st.
I don't care if they like me.
Welcome to the inner-league game between the Brooklyn Dodgers...
You're on my team. What the hell am I supposed to do?
Mr. Brock.
Flight to Pensacola leaves in an hour.
That's right, Pee Wee.
Go on! Use it.
You got nothing for him, Ostermueller! But he's got something for you!
Dollars aren't black and white, they're green.
A quick temper is his reputation.
Welcome to Sanford, Florida.
Eight zeros on the scoreboard for the Phi/lies, seven for the Dodgers.
Good luck, boys. You gonna need it.
Are you coming, Mrs. Robinson?
Come on.
Oh, it's just fine.
...we call Joe DiMaggio "The Wop."
Better luck next time, Pee Wee.
"Get out of the game or be killed."
Guess it never was.
You can wipe your asses with it.
What's that supposed to mean?
He may be superhuman after all.
Musial. DiMaggio. Williams.