Jackie Robinson
Taxi!
Wendell Smith
Hey, Jack.
Jackie Robinson
You again.
Wendell Smith
That's right. Me again. There something wrong with that, Jack?
Jackie Robinson
Where's the car?
Wendell Smith
Right this way. [During the drive] They can't keep you in Montreal for long. After these exhibition games, they're gonna have to bring you up. [Robinson remains silent] You don't have two words to rub together, do you?
Wendell Smith
You ever wonder why I sit down behind third base, with my typewriter on my knees? Does that ever cross your mind? It's because Negro reporters aren't allowed in the press box. So guess what? You, Mr. Robinson, are not the only one with something at stake here.
Jackie Robinson
I apologize. You've been there for me through this... ...more than anyone besides Rae and Mr. Rickey. But I guess that's what bothers me.
Wendell Smith
How do you mean?
Jackie Robinson
I don't like needing someone to be there for me. I don't like needing anyone for anything. I never have.
Wendell Smith
You a hard case, Jack Robinson. Hey. Is it okay if I keep driving you, or should I let you get out so you can walk? Hmm? [Robinson signals for him to drive; both chuckle]
