Lou Gehrig, July 4, 1939, Yankee Stadium
“Fans, for the past two weeks you have been reading about the bad break I got. Yet today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of this earth. I have been in ballparks for 17 years and have never received anything but kindness and encouragement from you fans."
Lou Gehrig, July 4, 1939, Yankee Stadium, as he retired due to A.L.S.
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…
We’re all heroes if you catch us at the right moment.
To a New Yorker like you, a hero is some sort of weird sandwich, not some nut that takes on three Tigers.
-“BB”-
We don’t need another hero.
Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need.
I dream about being with you forever.
Having dreams is what makes life tolerable.
The reason I sleep all day is because I can’t stand my life!
Come with me and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination.
In a poets pocket you often find the product of an active imagination.
The video arcade is down the street. Here we just sell small rectangular objects. They’re called books. They require a little effort on your part, and make no bee-bee-bee-bee-beeps. On your way please.
People who read are hiders. They hide who they are. People who hide don’t always like who they are.
It’s funny. It’s all mixed up. There’s something in you, and you don’t know anything about it because you don’t know it’s there. And then suddenly, one night a little girl gets bored and tells a lie, and there, for the first time, you see it. Then you say to yourself, did she see it? Did she sense it?
Uh… I don’t know. It was like… falling into a hole. It keeps getting bigger and bigger and you can’t escape. All of a sudden, it’s inside… and you’re the hole. You’re trapped. And it’s all over. Something like that. It’s not really scary… except when you think back on it. 'Cause you know what you were feeling…
We’re in a mess. Rush to Freedonia! Three men and one woman are trapped in a building! Send help at once! If you can’t send help, send two more women!
Opening Title Card: Klopstokia… a far away country
Chief Exports… Goats and Nuts
Chief Imports… Goats and Nuts
Chief Inhabitants … Goats and Nuts
It’s the Silence of the Goats!
One of our unit’s stopped the heart of a goat.