1941 Page #3
- PG
- Year:
- 1979
- 118 min
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I paid my debt to society. Your father
has a brand-new auto, a new garage.
Did the fire insurance
pay for all this?
My dad it can't possibly cover what he's
gonna do to you if he sees you again.
I had to show you the new set of drapes
I picked up for the dance this evening.
Look at this. A wreath pleat, a stuffed
cuff and a wreath sleeve. Snazzy, huh?
- I have to talk to you.
- Would you listen?
- You can forget about the dance tonight.
They won't let you near
the place dressed like that.
It's a USO club now
for servicemen only.
- And we're hostesses.
- What do you mean, "hostesses"?
- That like a waitress?
- It means we can only dance with servicemen.
- Real men.
- What do you mean?
You joined some organization that tells
you who you can and can't dance with?
You're talking
about the USO!
Where does that
leave us, Betty?
Look, I know you don't
owe me anything.
But I've been lookin' forward to this
night for a long, long time.
- What am I supposed to do?
- Get a uniform.
This is my uniform!
I'm an American too, and there's
a lot of things I have to do.
I have to do my part, Wally.
There's a lot of lonely
servicemen out there.
- I don't want to see them
stuck on some German- - Bayonet.
Do you wanna go with me
tonight? Yes or no?
- Yes.
- Betty.
Think about those guys.
I mean, no.
I mean, yes.
The hairy chests
and the hairy arms-
I don't know!
I don't know!
You're gettin' me confused.
I'm just confused.
Oh, okay. Okay.
Wait. Look.
I'll meet ya in front
of the dance hall at 8:00.
If they won't let me in,
we can go see a movie.
Okay? There's that new
Walt Disney cartoon playin' around.
Dumbo!
Oh, my God.
Here comes my father.
And he's got a gun!
- Quick, Wally. Go out the garage door.
I'll stall him.
Come on! Oh! Hello? Come on!
- Hi, Dad.
- Hi. How are you?
- Dad, I'd like you to meet my friend.
- Hi!
It won't open!
Dad, Dad,
I joined the USO.
Yes, I know. You told me, dear.
We all got to do what we can.
Aha!
Sh*t. I didn't hear any gunshots.
He must have got away.
What's that rug-
That's my hat!
Gus, Gus, wait
'til they step on it.
That's my brand-new hat.
Surrender!
- Macey Douglas, what is the meaning of this?
- What is this?
Jap trap. We're gonna cover it
over with sticks and stuff.
Dad says when the Japs
sneak up, they'll fall in.
I'm going to kill you.
Wait 'til I get out of here,
You dug your own grave.
Ward Douglas.
- Wow! Look what we're getting.
I will not have guns
in this house.
- Uh, excuse us, ma'am.
- Heads up!
- Hello?
Sorry, ma'am. Our gun
kind of got away on us there.
- All right, move it back! Come on!
- Sh*t! Oh, sorry.
Come on, move it out!
Back it up, ya foul-ups.
Let's go, Reese.
Move it out easy now.
Come on, Foley.
Get in here and push.
- Gee whiz.
- Corporal Sitarski, get on that wheel. Come on!
All right.
Sitarski, lock it up!
- Ow!
- Watch yourself.
Attention, Foley,
Sitarski, Reese, let's go!
Fall in on the double.
Hustle, hustle!
Oh, my God!
My roses!
Ten-hut! At ease.
Sir, Sergeant Frank Tree, United States
Army Tenth Armored Division.
Mr. Ward Herbert Douglas,
1313 Pelican Way?
Yes.
Uh-huh. The Coast Artillery Command
has determined your property...
...to be strategically advantageous
for the installation...
...of an enemy aircraft
defense battery.
What?
We want to put this 40 millimeter
antiaircraft gun in your yard, sir.
Joan, they want to put
this gun in our yard.
No. Absolutely not.
I refuse to let you...
...bring the war into
my own front yard.
Joan. Joan dearest. Uh-
That's the point, isn't it?
Whose front yard is this?
Is it Tojo's front yard? ls it Hirohito's
front yard? No. It's my front yard.
It was bought and paid for
in the free marketplace.
Then join the Civilian Defense.
You could become a block warden.
I'm not going to run around like Angelo
Scioli with a whistle and flashlight...
...hollering, "Lights out."
Calma! After the war,
I'll turn it back to a car.
- Right now it's a tank for the Civil Defense.
- Angelo.
You promised me a lawn chair
on the beach...
...in front of Ward's house
with binoculars.
That was originally. You still got
a chair. You still got binoculars.
Only now you're on top of
the ferris wheel in the amusement park.
You don't understand.
I've got a little problem.
I'm afraid of heights.
Yeah, yeah.
Can't look down
from high up.
What do you call that?
Hydrophobia?
- Acrophobia.
- No problem. Won't bother ya.
You never look down.
You just look up.
You sit on top of the ferris wheel
with your binoculars spotting aircraft.
- You never look down. Up, up, up-
- Who's with me?
- Oh, I got a wonderful guy. Very simpatico.
- Good man?
Calm, cool,
collected, balanced.
An expert?
This person is an expert
about everything.
Calma.
That's not defense, Joan.
This is defense.
- Ward, I have to talk-
- Sir, ma'am, please. Let's not fight.
If there's one thing I can't stand, it's
seeing Americans fighting Americans.
If you let them keep that gun
in our yard, our home will be a target.
Joan, we're all targets
in this war.
At least we will
be able to shoot back.
- How do I work this thing, Sergeant?
- You shouldn't touch it.
There will be a gunnery crew here
on Monday to man the ordnance.
- Monday?
- Yes, sir.
- Where will they go to the bathroom?
- Oh.
Remember I saw him first.
He's mine.
I will not allow you
to bring the war into my front yard.
Hello, hello, hello.
Sitarski! Quit goldbrickin'!
Go in that garage...
stabilize that ordnance.
- Move it!
- Yes, sir!
- You heard your boss. Put me down.
- Anything you say, doll.
- Come on, get the lead out! Move, move, move!
- Yes, sir!
Sergeant, there's no way this gun
can go off by itself, is there?
Actually, I'm a motor pool
maintenance sergeant.
I don't know too much
about the gunnery stuff.
However, I can tell you this material
is a 40 millimeter automatic gun...
...effective against
low-flying aerial targets.
The gun will displace a 1.96 pound,
high-explosive armor-
Count to ten.
One, two-
How can we make sure that
the gun doesn't go off?
The upper part of the gun
carriage is capable of...
...a full 360 degree traverse with a
maximum barrel elevation of 90 degrees.
This is a cement block.
Projectile at 2,960 feet per second-
- Don't they teach you manners in the Army?
- You're right. I'm sorry.
United States Army.
But, uh, my good friends
call me Stretch.
How are ya? Aw, look,
I'm sorry I dropped you in that hole.
Listen, you got a
little thing in your hair-
I'll tell you what.
If it makes you feel any better...
why don't you haul off
and slug me?
- Plant one right here on my kisser.
- I don't want to hit you.
- Make a fist.
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