The next white son of a bitch who opens his mouth, I'll smash his goddamn teeth in. You...

[after Jackie smashes his bat in the dugout tunnel, Rickey approaches him] Jackie Robinson: The next white son of a bitch who opens his mouth, I'll smash his goddamn teeth in. Branch Rickey: You can't, Jackie. You know it. Jackie Robinson: I'm supposed to let this go on? Branch Rickey: These men have to live with themselves... Jackie Robinson: I have to live with myself, too! And right now I'm living a sermon out there. Branch Rickey: You don't matter right now, Jack. You're in this thing. You don't have the right to pull out from the backing of people who believe in you, respect you and who need you. Jackie Robinson: Is that so? Branch Rickey: If you fight, they won't say Chapman forced you to; they'll just say that you're over your head. That you belong where you are. Jackie Robinson: Do you know what it's like, having someone do this to you? Branch Rickey: No. No. You do. You're the one living the sermon. In the wilderness. Forty days. All of it. Only you. Jackie Robinson: And not a damn thing I can do about it. Branch Rickey: Of course there is! You can stand up and hit! You can get on base and you can score! You can win this game for us! We need you! Everyone needs you. [the players are moving above] Jackie Robinson: They're taking the field. Branch Rickey: Who's playing first? Jackie Robinson: [beat] I'm gonna need a new bat.