Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- A service? - Yes.
Robinson with another big lead off first.
- Nice guys finish last. - And what about nice girls?
Driver asked him to, uh, move back.
Nothing.
...so I'll let that go.
- Hey, Stank. - What's going on?
Ball!
We'll do our best to get you there by tomorrow, but it might be the day after.
They're never gonna beat you.
Hey, Jack.
We've been tested, you and me.
In the wilderness.
Gentlemen, I have a plan.
- What if they put him at shortstop? - Exactly.
Baseball's the only life for an old pepper pot like me.
Well, it's not typical to me, sir.
I don't know who he is...
All right, then. Go on.
I need them to know who I am.
When you can't get in hotels, you got people's houses you stay at.
It's okay.
You boys continue to pretend you're ballplayers.
Did Jack Robinson look happy?
You're the bravest guy I ever saw.
You just run those bases like the devil himself.
I got a notice today...
Why don't you get that boy that you sent down...
Trouble.
After these exhibition games, they're gonna have to bring you up.
Makes the entire Phillies organization look racist.
We don't want you here!
Where's he at?
If Robinson can help us win, and everything I have seen says he can...
You blew it! AI, you blew that call!
He has stolen 27 bases this season and has yet to be thrown out attempting.
...and I'm gonna wring Ben Chapman's neck!
You got a rag arm, catcher.
Johnny Sain looking in. When he's got that fastball working...
Uh-huh.
You will either manage Robinson fairly and correctly...
Jackie, I'd like you to meet Clay Hopper. Manager of the Montreal Royals.
You know, the roses are...
That came out wrong. I was not saying just take a shower with me.
Welcome to the big leagues, rook!
- Yes, I did. Yes, I did. - Ha, ha.
I'm stopping.
Now we present once again Mary...
Take all the time in the world on second. You're getting it.
Good luck, sir!
You a hard case, Jack Robinson.
Besides, I got a hardware store...
Listen up. This is what I got.
The world's changing.
Fight those inside fastballs off...
And Robinson takes outside. Ball one.
He discombobulated the man…
I saw you swing your way out of a jungle.
...it may not be a sufficient reply!
New York City!
Pittsburgh!
Oh, the hell he does.
Watch yourself.
You're too fast for them, Jackie!
- Don't you ever talk to me like that again! - Watch your hand!
.
Train for Atlanta and points north now boarding.
What in Satan's fire does he want?
You don't belong here, nigger!
Is that so?
What do you want, Bragan?
Hey, I'm ready, you wop bastard!
Dodgers check into a hotel, a, uh, a decent, good hotel.
Right this way.
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You know, when I took the Cleveland uniform off two years ago...
Safe!
Maybe you wanna come back in the morning.
This is a white man's game!
Hey! nigger!
All right, send him in.
Oh, yeah? "Wop bastard"? It's coming between your eyes.
Hey, boy!
You understand?
What do you say?
That you are a fine gentleman and a great baseball player.
Don't you miss the game, Burt?
Here's the pitch.
Clay, I realize that attitude is part of your cultural heritage.
Two, two, two! Take him back. Throw him out now!
Jack, what are you talking about? What is going on? What happened?
If African Americans dreamed of playing baseball...
- Down! - Safe!
Come on, Jackie.
And Jackie Robinson stepping to the plate.
For cash and some Italian outfielder named Gionfriddo.
If you're playing in an elevator shaft.
Tar baby skin gonna melt.
- I'll sign that. - All right.
Herb. What can I do for you?
I'm going in that Phillies dugout tomorrow...
...in case you forgot.
Do you think I would quit on anyone? I don't quit, sir.
You wanna bury the hatchet?
He's just as restless as a cat with a hot foot.
An apology.