Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I love you.
Hey, nigger, I know you can hear me.
...who would, of course, go on to take the World Series.
All right.
Like it, lump it, make your minds up to it, because he's coming!
You'll stay here all but a few days at the end of the week...
- Are you calling Slaughter a liar? - Is he a liar?
It's one of God's most repeated commands.
...and absolutely nothing to do.
...to the International League, huh?
Hmm?
- You don't want no trouble." - You did not!
So I thought about it for a while...
Yeah, Jack.
I don't like needing anyone for anything.
Popcorn! Get your popcorn!
No. No. I wish.
Who was that?
...with my typewriter on my knees?
- All right, all right. - Getting stitched up, for Pete's sake.
Inevitable, I suppose.
I asked him if she was worth it, he said yes.
Folks, stand back, we'll get the bags out.
So right foot on the bag when it comes.
Way to go, Jackie!
You gonna take care of my mama?
Ha, ha, hell, boy, you ought to know better.
In fact, he loves it.
- No. - Now, wait.
Why do you think Rickey's got us playing spring games here in Panama, huh?
The Dodgers still without a manager...
Hmm.
Play now.
Get the hell out of Cincinnati!
Well, he argues with umpires.
You the batboy, sambo?
They're taking the field.
Oh, my! He hit Jackie Robinson right in the head. And Jackie is down!
He's a troublemaker.
You gonna take care of your mama?
On the field.
We're a team. On a hot streak.
Hey, hey! Get used to it, fellas. This how it's gonna be.
Ball!
Way to turn two, Jackie.
We'll have to wait and see what the umpire does...
But when opening day came in 1947, that number dropped to 399...
Whenever we play exhibitions with the Yankees...
Happy, you know very well my organization is entering a tempest.
Y'all gonna spoil him.
You all right, honey?
Give me something.
I'm from Greenwood, Mississippi.
Plan's good, Mr. Rickey. You always have one.
Well...
Oh, I understand.
...with a total of 400 players on their rosters.
You got a strange sense of humor, man.
I'm sick.
How about a picture? You shake hands. Bury the hatchet.
But I'm gonna do it.
Robinson up.
Everyone looked happy. I've never seen so many happy-looking people.
As long as it looks like he's changed.
Ty Cobb got caught plenty.
Hell, come on, boy. You know you can't go in there.
Everybody needs you!
Out!
The world's not so simple anymore.
Swings, and it's a fly ball out to left.
Aw.
It shouldn't give much of an advantage to the right-handed hitters.
I bet he wishes people didn't want to kill him.
All right, nigger.
Hey!
Chapman, a hothead during his playing days...
Back, back, back, and...
Yeah, Branch, I understand he's got a name...
I was passing a sandlot, little white boy was up at bat.
...against Robinson in Philadelphia...
Did World War Ill break out? Look at all of y'all.
What are you doing out there, Ostermueller?
I don't want him getting it in his head...
Hello?
Hmm, mm-hm.
Robinson got his pitch!
What are you doing? You can dance with him later! Focus on the plate!
Nothing good, nothing bad.
Now you get off the field, or go to jail.
That'll be plenty.
Go play ball.
Slaughter hits a hard ground ball right at Reese, who fires it over to Jack at first.
No.
With the white Brooklyn Dodgers.
Whoa!
...or has stripes like a zebra.
Yes, your temper! What are you, deaf?
No.
We had a victory over fascism in Germany.
All right? They laugh about it.
Now, you know I'm from Kentucky.
...of Branch Rickey to take the reins of the Brooklyn Dodgers.
Well, I don't know, son.
Hell of a thing when a man's got good health...
I've just never seen one before.