A League of Their Own Page #2

Professional baseball?

They'll pay you $75 a week.

We only make 30 at the dairy.

Well, then, this would be more,

wouldn't it? You interested?

Come on. Seventy-five dollars a week?

Pull her leg.

Mine are long enough already.

Look, your country needs you.

And you can not only play ball,

but you're kind of a dolly.

Oh, now I get it. Listen, mister.

I'm a married woman.

My husband's overseas.

Oh, relax!

I'm talking lookie, no touchie.

We want girls easy on the eye.

I'll go. I'm ready right now.

I gotta sign something?

I don't want you! I want her!

The one who hit the ball!

You can climb back under the cow.

She's good. She's very good.

She pitches. She didn't today,

because she did yesterday.

Thanks for that special glimpse

into her life.

I want you.

You I saw, you I like. What do you say?

The train leaves for Chicago tomorrow.

- What do you say? Are you in?

- No, thanks.

Dottie.

"No, thanks"?

Hey, no skin off my Ashtabula.

If you wanna pluck cows,

that's your business.

You know something?

You're not nice.

That one hurt. So long, milkmaids.

No, wait!

Just watch me pitch. Dottie,

get your mitt! I'll throw a few.

- I'll show you some pitches...

- No. No, no, no.

Now look...

...I know the goods when I see

the goods, and she's the goods.

I'm sorry.

Will you shut up?!

- You're a pitcher, huh?

- Yeah.

I'll tell you what.

If she comes, you can come too.

If you stink, it'll only cost us

a train ticket.

Get these wild animals

away from me!

Haven't you ever heard of a leash?

Come on, Dottie.

You got the whole rest of your life

to hang around here.

Never go anywhere. Never do anything.

I'm married. I'm happy. It's what

I want. Let's not confuse things.

Okay.

But can't you just have this first?

Just so you can say you once

did something? Something special?

Goodness sake, Kit!

Keep your voice down.

Your father's listening to the radio.

Please, Dottie?

I gotta get out of here.

I'm nothing here.

In the Pacific Northwest,

my territory...

...we have increased sales 106 percent

in the last 12-month period.

And this with a war on!

You know, if I had your job,

I'd kill myself.

Sit here. I'll see if I can

dig up a pistol.

Every trip I take, I gotta sit

next to one of these guys.

I'm just too friendly.

Hey, isn't that...?

- I'm coming!

- Let me in!

Stop!

Well, I'll say one thing for them.

They can run.

Mr. Capadino! I got her! Look!

- Sir, your knee.

- Like it?

Stop the train!

Come on! Come on!

Give me that bag!

Come on.

Come on, here.

Did you promise the cows you'd write?

When do we get to Chicago?

We gotta make a stop.

Fort Collins, Colorado.

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