Okay, come on. We got a lot to do, let's settle down. You are the first... Honey, are you...

Charlie Collins, Racine Coach: Okay, come on. We got a lot to do, let's settle down. You are the first... [Sees Shirley Baker over at the lists] Charlie Collins, Racine Coach: Honey, are you supposed to be here or are you on the cut list? [Shirley doesn't respond] Charlie Collins, Racine Coach: Look, I'm sorry, but if you're cut, you have to leave the field. Shirley Baker: [Almost in tears] Mm-hmm Charlie Collins, Racine Coach: Well, are you cut? Oh, just look on the list. It's either Rockford, Racine, Kenosha, or South Bend. [Shirtley turns to the lists, starting cry, as Helen Haley approaches her] Helen Haley: Hi. Shirley Baker: Hi. Helen Haley: Um, can you read, honey? Helen Haley: Alright. What's your name? Shirley Baker: Shirley Baker. Helen Haley: Shirley Baker. Let's have a look. [She looks at the Rockford Peaches list first and spots Shirley's name] Helen Haley: This is you. [Shirley laughs happily] Helen Haley: You're with us. You're a Rockford Peach. Charlie Collins, Racine Coach: [Smiling] Go join your team. [Shirley joins the Rockford Peaches, sitting down next to Marla] Charlie Collins, Racine Coach: Now, you are the first girls in the All American Girls Profession Baseball League. My name is Charlie Collins. I'll be managing the Racine team when the season begins. [Racine team cheers] Charlie Collins, Racine Coach: Now, at the end of practice today, you're all gonna be fitted for your uniforms and this is what they're gonna look like. Pretty darned nifty if you ask me. [Model walks up on the platform in a wool uniform complete with a miniskirt] Unnamed Ball Player #1: You can't slide in that! Doris Murphy: Hey, that's a dress! Mae Mordabito: It's half a dress! Excuse me, but that's not a baseball uniform! Doris Murphy: Yeah, what do you think we are? Baseball players or ballerinas? Kit Keller: [to Dottie] It's awfully short. Dottie Hinson: Short? I'm gonna have to squat in that thing. Unnamed Ball Player #2: I can't wear that. My husband'll kill me. [Ira Lowenstein approaches] Helen Haley: Excuse me, sir. Ira Lowenstein: Ladies... Shirley Baker: Excuse me. Ira Lowenstein: If you can't play ball in this, you can't play ball with us. Now, there are 38 girls on a train ride home, who'll play in a bathing suit, if I ask them. Mae Mordabito: Yeah, well, there are no pockets for my cigarettes. [Doris laughs] Ira Lowenstein: Ah, there is no smoking. There is also no drinking and no men. [Mae gets up, angry, ready to leave, but Doris pulls Mae back down against her will, with Mae sitting back down, frustrated] Ira Lowenstein: . All of your activities will be approved through your chaperones. And you will also be taking regular classes at Charm and Beauty school. Doris Murphy: For what? Ira Lowenstein: Every girl in this league is going to be a lady. [Marla looks scared]