1941

Oh! Oh!

- Hollywood!

- Hollywood!

Get your mind off that dame and back on

the job or we'll never get outta here.

This war's been goin' on

for the last ten years.

You had Japs

in Manchuria in 1931...

...the Eye-ties

in Ethiopia in 1935...

...the Krauts been blitzkrieging your favorite

European tourist attractions the last 3 years.

Last year in Africa, it took General

O'Connor and his British tanks two months...

...to grab Libya and it took

Rommel 12 days to get it back.

Jesus!

Look at this creamation!

You're supposed to be drying

dishes, not killing people.

Give me that turkey leg.

I'll shove it up your ass.

What's the matter with you?

Look at all this good food over here.

- Pop, Wally made me cook!

- Wally, my ass! Looka here! Perfectly good eggs!

What the hell's the matter with you,

throwing away food like that?

Put it back over the stove,

warm it up for them fellows out there.

Let's mutilate this food before

they can serve it to anyone else.

They are so disgusting.

If you don't quit hanging

around with that playboy...

...you gonna end up with a record

you can't play on the jukebox.

- But, Pops-

- Pops? I ain't your Pops!

But, Pops, I've been practicin'

all week. I'm takin' dancing lessons.

- I seen you dance.

You can't dance worth a spit.

Give me that thing.

Jesus.

When are you gonna remember which side

of the tracks you come from, boy?

- We need more coffee.

- Coming right up.

- Clean that place up right there!

What's your problem, kid?

You got ants in your pants?

I was just practicing

some dance steps.

- Dance steps?

- Mm-hmm.

You got somethin' to be

dancin' about, bub?

- I don't know. Maybe I do.

- Maybe you do?

There's a war on, pal. I want to know

why you're not in uniform.

I want to know what you're

doin' dancin' around tables.

I want to know why

you're not in the Army.

- 'Cause I don't take orders from anybody.

- A tough guy, huh?

Are you okay? I'm really sorry.

- I'm terribly sorry.

- You got egg on my uniform.

- I'm very sorry.

- I hate eggs.

- Eggs are good for you.

- I can't stand eggs. I hate eggs.

- Look out, Wally.

- Watch it! He's got a leg.

- That ain't the way you do it!

Can it, Sitarski!

Save it for the Japs!

For cryin' out loud, Sarge.

Look at this bozo.

Anybody who wears a shirt

like that is askin' for it.

He's an American, Sitarski.

If it's one thing we don't want, it's

seeing Americans fighting Americans.

I won't stand for that.

Not here, not anywhere.

We've had our chow.

Move out.

- You okay, kid?

- You're not gonna tip him, are ya, Sarge?

- That's okay. I don't need your tip.

- I think you do.

Get rid of that shirt.

It's in bad taste.

Come on! Clean them floors up

like I told ya!

Floors haven't been washed

in 10 years. It'll take me all night.

I don't give a damn

if it takes 20 years.

He can't work tonight.

Tonight's his big night.

- Tonight's the night of the Jitterbug contest.

- Jitterbug? Hell!

That reminds me. Kill them

cockroaches in that flour sack.

- Pop, he can't work. He's gotta dance!

Pop! Pop!

You can't do this to me!

I'll do anything! I gotta get

that money! I gotta get that suit!

Only way you'll get a suit

is steal one.

- Now scram! Get out!

- Ow! Oh!

Easy come, easy go.

Oh, no, you think

that's gonna stop me?

Nothing's gonna stop me from being

with Betty Douglas tonight.

- Um, Miss Fitzroy?

- Yes, Betty?

Does this mean we won't be allowed

to dance with civilians tonight?

- That is correct.

In fact, civilians will no longer

be permitted in this facility.

The world is changing, girls,

and we have to change with it.

These men in uniform

are after one thing-

I don't want to hear any more talk

about your precious morality.

Morale. Now that

is what is important.

You are gonna have

to smile at men...

who you would never give

a second glance to in peacetime.

Yes, Miss Fitzroy.

Make polite conversation with men

whose minds are in the gutter.

Yes, Miss Fitzroy.

You are gonna have to dance and dance

close with men you might find repulsive.

Eww!

Oh, heaven, heaven.

Some of them are really cute!

- I want you!

Eight o'clock!

I can't take it!

- Seven-thirty!

- I love you!

Tonight!

I love you!

That's all Reed Jack, one of our

better boogie-woogie suits.

- And very expensive.

- Excuse me. What do you mean by that?

It's just that I couldn't help noticing

what you were wearing when you came in.

My good man, are you accusing me of not

having enough dough to pay for this?

- Shh!

- I might as well leave this store.

No. Come back. Try on the hat.

It goes with the suit.

You know what I mean?

It's not gonna work. It ain't

gonna work. It's not gonna work.

Elsewhere

in the news, it's been reported...

...that two squadrons of Japanese planes

flew over San Francisco last night.

They bombed Pearl Harbor.

Now they're going to come here.

They bombed Pearl Harbor!

Now they're going to come here!

Thank you, but no, thank you.

I have changed my mind.

- I do not want it!

- What do you mean you changed your mind?

- I'm sorry, sir. I am taking it off.

- But you wanted a suit.

I learned one thing today:

I will never shop east of Beverly Hills.

- Merry Christmas!

- Merry Christmas.

It ain't gonna work.

Why do I always have troubles

on Christmas-

- It's not gonna work.

- Why can't I have a-

What? Oh, my God.

- God.

Air raid.

Japs. Japs!

Japs!

Get outta my way!

- Air raid!

I never thought

they'd be this nervous.

Hi, girls. Your first air raid?

Are you two sisters?

- Get lost!

- We want a man!

Soldier! Soldier!

Help us!

Hey, Wally, I think we swiped

the wrong style.

- What?

- Those gals are khaki wacky!

- They're what?

- Look at that!

- Dames are falling for uniforms.

- I don't want dames!

All I want is to dance

with Betty tonight.

Come on!

Let's get outta here!

Everybody, down!

Everybody, down!

This is your

diagonal warning!

Everybody, down!

Oh, no.

Fill 'er up.

Ethyl.

Where?

It was just a case of war nerves.

Two squadrons of Japanese Zeroes-

The Japs tried to bomb

San Francisco last night.

Two squadrons of Jap Zeroes.

I've been trackin' them ever since.

I lost them

somewhere over Fresno.

Radio says that's not true

about San Francisco.

- It was just a case of war nerves.

- War nerves?

- Yeah.

- Who said, "war nerves"?

I heard it

on that radio there.

- Radio's wrong.

- Oh, my God!

Oh, sh*t!

Oh!

Stop that plane!

Stop! Stop!

Damn it! Stop!

Madness. It's the only word

to describe it.

This isn't the state of California.

This is a state of insanity.

General Stilwell,

Colonel Grant suggests dispatching...

...guard units to all

the city reservoirs.

Intelligence suspects that

Fifth Columnists are going to...

"pour poison into

the water supply."

And G-2 should pour knockout

drops into the water supply.

Maybe the people of the city would

calm down and leave the war to the Army.

Stand off!

Sir? Sir? The General.

- My fingers. I need them over here.

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