Pride of the Yankees

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Why don't you look where you're going?

Come on, butterfingers.

Throw it here.

Come on.

Okay, let's play ball.

Come on, now.

- Hey, Murphy.

- What do you want?

- Let me in, will you?

- Get outta 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 holdin' 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!

- What's the matter?

- Sasha.

- Yeah, Mom?

- Your professor's 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?

- Gimme the cards.

Sure, Murph.

- Can I keep Babe Ruth?

- Keep him.

- Gee, thanks.

- Okay, let's play ball.

Get off the sack.

Okay. 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, what 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. Colletti, let me

work it out after school.

- I'll run errands.

- No, Louie.

What we break, we pay for.

$16.25 leaves $2.25 I owe you.

- I pay you Saturday.

- Okay, Mrs. Gehrig.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry, too.

Me, too, Mom.

You'd better be, young Gehrig.

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.

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 some day...

...and 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 want to be a...

- I don't know.

- You've 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.

Whatever you want me to be.

This fraternity has standards.

You can't ignore his family.

- He's a cinch to be a four-letter man.

- His mother's the best cook at Columbia.

Somehow that doesn't add up

to Sigma Alpha Psi, in my mind.

Lou's all right, Van.

- I'm trying to maintain a certain standard.

- Gold standard?

How would you like to get

this right in the...

Hold on.

Let's put it to a vote.

All those in favor of pledging Lou Gehrig...

Carried.

Go ahead, if that's what you want.

I won't stand in your way.

Hang a pledge pin on him.

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.

Yeah. Tough on the guys

who live in the dormitories.

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.

Thanks, fellows.

This is an honor.

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