Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Not a cent under $100,000.
- Can you sit up a little, son? - Hold it!
- isn't it wonderful? - Shut up.
All right, Papa.
- Come on, let's get this. - That's a good one.
Lot of power there.
♪ always ♪
Ball two.
He's really a man, that man.
- Can you pronounce it, Doctor? - We really haven't concluded all our tests.
- How I Beat My Wife by Lou Gehrig. - Nix.
Save the fight for the field, boys.
Mile-a-minute Myra, the all-American prom-trotter.
Here. Beat it, brother.
Yes, it is.
♪ With a love that's true ♪
This is just the pledge pin. I get the real pin before long.
- Eleanor? - Yes. She'll know where her father is.
This is great news! You should be a proud father!
I got a little lucky.
He'll be right along now.
Don't talk to me, you Borgia.
- I'll run errands. - No, Louie.
A janitor. A cook.
For what? To play ball.
Let's eat.
- What do you want to be? - I want to be a....
- Just one more. - Right. Go right ahead.
You'll get a great play on these pictures.
Even though we never had a honeymoon?
- Where did you say you play first? - Chicago.
Strike two.
And I'm laughing again.
They ought to give you your money back.
hits the ball, hikes back to the hotel room...
- Can't you, Sam? - Sure. I will.
Or a police dog.
It's almost an exact duplicate of the first rug we had in our place.
From now on, they'll have to spell Gehrig's name in capital letters.
- Good morning, Mrs. Gehrig. - Good morning, Mrs. Roberts.
If I had my way, darling, I'd give you the Yankee Stadium.
Ruth at first base. Yankees come out of their dugout.
- You gonna let me take his place? - Gimme the cards.
- Get onto yourself! - He should wait him out.
No matter what, he'll never be forgotten. Nor will his great records.
Sure I do, straight.
He's so young yet, so strong, and....
- So long. - So long.
- This is Mrs. Johnson. - How do you do?
- Won't you join us, Mr. Twitchell? - Thank you.
Myra.
- Mom. - Here's Lou now.
- Now.... - I wouldn't kid you. I'd never kid you.
We've got all the time in the world now.
Here's for being the greatest fan a man ever had.
- Man bites dog. - That's right.
Safe!
He was probably detained somewhere. Maybe something important.
- Things like this happen all the... - I'm not hysterical.
Hello, Mr. Blake.
That's personality.
You're going to do what she wants?
- What? - That was a thank you for marrying me.
Somehow that doesn't add up to Sigma Alpha Psi, in my mind.
I understand.
What's the idea?
Do you want to get pinched for holding up traffic?
We shall need some new x-rays.
She liked this wallpaper, too, at first.
- This is Mrs. Gehrig. - How do you do?
There's some explanation that doesn't appear on the surface.
- Who? - Lou Gehrig.
Any facts Ruth dreams up will be topped by Lou Gehrig...
Why don't you come out and watch me play...
Yes, and he'd turn over in his grave if he knew what happened in the family.
to have played...
You never know when you're going to get a baseball in your geometry.
- I wonder if you'd autograph this for me? - I will.
You watch, Gehrig will come back. He always does.
That's a pretty tall order.
That's wonderful.
What for?
- Try to keep your afternoons free, will you? - Sure.
- Yeah, I get the idea. - All right, ready?
You don't have to play with the Yankees, but it's no insult to be asked.
Papers? The one says white, the other black. I never read them.
Here we go.
Pal or no pal...
When is Lou going to die?
- I'm trying to maintain a certain standard. - Gold standard?