The Pride of the Yankees

[his farewell speech]

Lou Gehrig:
Today, I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth.

Lou Gehrig:
Is it three strikes, Doc?

Clinic doctor:
You want it straight?

Lou Gehrig:
Sure, straight.

Clinic doctor:
It's three strikes.

Lou Gehrig:
All the arguing in the world can't change the decision of the umpire.

Lou Gehrig:
People have to live their own lives. Nobody can live it for you. Nobody could have made a baseball player out of Uncle Otto, and nobody can make anything but a baseball player out of me.

Eleanor Gehrig:
Lou Gehrig, I could learn to like you.

Hank Hanneman:
That Gehrig's the chump of all time. Falling for a gag like that.

Sam Blake:
Aw, he doesn't know about a gag.

Hank Hanneman:
Yeah? What does he know about, Mr. Bones?

Sam Blake:
Baseball.

Hank Hanneman:
He knows... I'll tell ya somethin'. A guy like that is a detriment to any sport. He's a boob with a batting eye. He wakes up, brushes his teeth, hikes out to the ballpark, hits the ball, hikes back to the hotel room, reads the funny papers, gargles and goes to bed. That's personality, hm?

Sam Blake:
The best.

Hank Hanneman:
A real hero.

Sam Blake:
Let me tell you about heroes, Hank. I've covered a lot of 'em, and I'm saying Gehrig is the best of 'em. No front-page scandals, no daffy excitements, no horn-piping in the spotlight...

Hank Hanneman:
No nothing.

Sam Blake:
...but a guy who does his job and nothing else. He lives for his job. He gets a lot of fun out of it. And fifty million other people get a lot of fun out of him, watching him do something better than anybody else ever did it before.

Hank Hanneman:
You'd be right, Sam, if all baseball fans were as big b*obs as Gehrig.

Sam Blake:
They are. The same kinda b*obs as Gehrig. [beat] Only without a batting eye. That's why I'm putting my money on Gehrig.