Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"Didn't you see the sign on the door? No niggers allowed."
Oop, there he is. There's my boy.
It's all right, he can take it.
Batting third, playing left field, George Shuba.
It's you and me, Rae.
He is not the only man to say no.
...and one man stood apart.
Wonder how that happened.
Hermanski cracks a single to left...
It's not supposed to mean a thing.
- Heh, your brother? - Ha, ha.
Jackie's been accepted into baseball...
yee yee
...when the Dodger organization goes to Sanford. It's about 45 minutes away.
That you practically nursed race prejudice at your mother's breast...
Give me something I can hit.
You ever wonder why I sit down behind third base...
What are you afraid of?
Outside! Outside!
Come on, now! Work the plate! Work the plate!
Segregation was the law...
...are not beyond the frontiers of our homeland."
- Yes. - All right.
The day belongs to decent-minded people.
It's a shirtsleeve afternoon.
...the Dodgers are going to the World Series!
- There you go. - Come here, baby, I got you.
Right, Bobby, heh?
I love you dot Doink Pbs kids
They are five games out...
He ain't scared of you, Higbe!
Methodist.
Forty days.
You playing ball or socializing?
They say they may even be illegally married.
We'll get our 99 gallons of gas someplace else.
You...
...than organized baseball.
What are you, shy?
Uh...
Robinson, waiting for the pitch.
There's not a goddamn thing I can do about it.
You're leading us, you're afraid to take a shower? Heh.
Hmm?
Listen, listen.
Safe!
Whoo!
Go back to Brooklyn!
Thank you.
Where they sending you, Hig?
How's the retirement?
Yeah, well maybe 42's got enough friends in town we can bunk up.
Oh, no, no, no, we have reservations. We're the Dodgers.
Where'd you learn to move like that, at a dime-a-dance night?
Wendell Smith.
Hey, which one of these Dodger wives are you climbing on tonight?
I know it is.
Maybe the sweetest shaving razor you'll ever use.
Now, we ain't doing much today. Just tossing the ball around, hitting a few.
And the rockets red glare
Aaaaaa?
- Now! - Go, Stanky! Go, Stank!
Oop.
You bring yourself home.
Wake him up and get him out of there.
"Nigger lover.
It's because Negro reporters aren't allowed in the press box.
Put the natural fear of God in them.
It's just a bunch of crackpots still fighting the Civil War.
A heavy plane is dangerous.
...Yankees having already clinched in the American League.
It's a home run.
Given my whole life to it.
Rae!
All future, no past.
Hey, you're looking for your locker, aren't you, son? Follow me.
Well, what about your friends in Brooklyn?
Brooklyn's got a solid second baseman. We got Pee Wee Reese over at short.
Sit down, Harold.
Robinson patient, waiting for something he can swing on.
They're rusty, but we'll have them oiled up in no time, ready to go.
Do you wanna call the sheriff...
Thattaboy.
Slaughter's hitless in four trips. "Fireman" Casey in his second inning of relief.
Mr. Robinson? This is Jane Ann in Mr. Rickey's office.
Now, Mr. Rickey set it up himself.
All right, here we go, boys!
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You don't matter now, Jack.
And you never will.
And two long faces, huh?
Okay.
Come on.