1941 Page #6

- What have you got on?

- These uniforms work like a son of a b*tch!

Come on, Dennis, let's dance!

- I don't believe it! You joined up?

- No!

Wally, look. Western Costumes.

Just two dollars.

- Care for a drink, Betty?

Gimme a couple of Cokes.

- I'm not hungry.

- Couple of donuts too.

Hey, you devil,

how about a deviled egg?

- Oh, no, I hate eggs.

- My grandmother made 'em.

- Would you care to dance?

- Yes.

Excuse us, please.

Listen.

That... is my

port of entry.

Believe me, walk away.

Just walk away.

I'm wa- I'm walking away.

I'm walking.

- They're just very ordinary

- Your donut, Betty.

- By that I mean

- I'll get it.

- Those heartbreakers haven't a chance

- Wanna cut a rug with me?

- Maybe have a little pick-me-up.

We could- - With my new romance...

- Down by the old Ohio

- Maybe later.

That's where I found him

I've got the cutest oh-my-oh...

Betty, I think it's getting

a little crowded around here.

- Why don't we go and dance?

And jumpin'

jeepers creepers...

- When I'm in his arms

- That's the man for me.

I get so oh-my-oh...

He is the only-

- Aaah!

...me so...

- He knows his chickens

and his cabbages too...

He's got that oh-my-oh

Oh-hi, oh-my...

Just wait 'til I get back

to O-hi-o...

Baby mine...

Don't you cry...

Baby mine...

Dry your eyes...

Rest your head

close to my heart...

- Never to part, baby of-

It sure is dark

out here, huh?

You look out the windows,

you can't see a thing.

This is just like

flying at night.

It's sure a helluva lot

safer than flying at night.

If I didn't know better, I'd swear we

were flying. This car feels like a plane.

- Hey, what does this feel like?

- Loomis.

Forward thrust? Donna,

doesn't that feel like forward thrust?

- You're such a child.

- Yeah.

I'll tell you what.

You get me up in an airplane and then

we'll talk about forward thrust.

- He knows his chickens and his cabbages too

- What's your real name, Sal?

But where the dickens did

he learn to "woo-woo"

- Raoul.

- I knew it.

Lipschitz.

Just wait 'til

I get back to...

O- hi-o...

You may think

you've seen...

Lovers on the screen...

They're just very ordinary

By that I mean...

Those heartbreakers

haven't a chance...

- 'Gainst my new

romance - Betty! - Wally!

Betty!

- Down by the old Ohio That's where I found him

- Wally!

- I've got the cutest oh-my-oh

- Hey, come on!

You'll never drink in here again,

you drunken son of a b*tch!

- I get so oh-my-oh...

He is the only one

who ever thrilled me so...

They want no drunks

botherin' and grabbin' em.

He knows his chickens

and his cabbages too...

- All right? I'm sorry.

- He's got my oh-my-oh

Oh-my-oh-my...

- Just wait 'til I get back

- No drinking!

- To O-hi-o

- I'm sorry.

No!

- Ladies and gentlemen, may I

please have your attention?

Attention, please,

everyone.

Listen up now, everyone.

All right.

Meyer,

come on up here.

- Hey, listen

- All right.

- The jitterbug contest

is about to begin.

And now I'm going to introduce

our judge for the contest...

Mr. Meyer Mishkin

of RKO Pictures!

- RKO Pictures!

- Meyer is an agent at RKO Pictures

and he's... Uh, talent scout.

Talent scout.

All right.

Tell them about

first prize, huh?

Uh, first prize is a seven-year

contract at RKO Pictures.

- Seven years! Did you hear that?

- Let's get outta here so

these slobs can't bother us.

You wanna dance with me?

I'm in the USO! I'll dance with you!

- Sailor, please!

Let's get outta here.

I don't wanna go!

Ladies and gentlemen, I want you

to count down with me...

...on this momentous,

tremendous...

...absolutely pretty...

important occasion.

- All right.

- We can't go yet. You wanna dance?

- Sure, dolly.

- And...

- Ten!

- What the hell are you- Hey!

- Nine!

You crazy

son of a b*tch!

- Please. -

Seven! - Help me.

- Gimme a break.

- Six! Five!

- A what?

- Gimme a break!

Time!

- Four!

- Please.

- Three!

- Aaah!

- Two!

- Wait for me, Stretch!

One!

And grab your partner

and take it away!

- Wait for me, Stretch!

- Wally!

- Wait a minute, Betty! We gotta dance!

Look out!

- Stretch!

Watch it!

- Stretch!

- Ohhh!

- Who's that?

Get awa- Aah!

Ooh, Stretch.

Uh-oh.

- Look at that!

Wally! Hey, Wally!

That's my best friend!

And he's dancin'.

What's that guy's name?

What a dancer!

- Watch it, Wally!

- Wally!

Well, well, well.

Just the son of a b*tch

I'm lookin' for.

You son of a b*tch!

- Wait a second!

Wait, guys!

Now wait a second! Wait!

Are you okay?

- Stop! Stop!

I love you, Stretch!

Aaah!

Right engine, left engine.

I don't see any planes

out here, Loomis.

Do you know what's gonna happen to you

if there aren't any planes?

- Can you possibly imagine?

- Donna, would you just relax?

- Loomis.

- Donna, I'm gonna look around.

- I'll be right back.

Hello!

Hello!

Anybody home?

No! Don't shoot!

Don't shoot!

- Don't shoot! Please don't shoot!

...ldentify yourself!

Captain Loomis Birkhead,

United States Army!

Birkhead? What kind of

stupid name is that?

Just stand right there.

Winowski!

Little tall for a Jap,

wouldn't you say?

Yeah, but those Japs

are sneaky bastards, sir.

- You never know.

- You're right.

Check him for stilts.

S- Stilts, sir?

- Do it.

- Yo!

Oww! Ooh!

God!

Son of a b*tch!

Ah, thank God, Captain.

- Thank God you got through.

My troops.

Where are my troops?

- Stilwell promised me troops.

- Yes, sir.

- Uh, you see, w-we're a little,

uh, shorthanded, sir. - Shorthanded?

- Stilwell's trying to hold L.A.

- Stilwell? L.A.?

Well, my God, doesn't he realize

how desperate my situation is here?

They're parachuting

murderers into these hills...

...and now I'm getting reports

of secret airstrips...

...hidden away in

the alfalfa fields of Pomona!

Colonel, you don't, uh-

You don't have any bombers

here, do ya, sir?

Bombers?

If I had bombers,

son...

I'd be bombin' the hell out of 'em

right now!

- No planes?

Boy, am I

in trouble now.

Son, the only plane I got is that

sh*t-on-a-shingle trainer sittin' over there.

It's fine, it's fine. Let's go.

Sir, I happen to have

a reconnaissance expert...

...from our intelligence office

in Washington with us in the car and...

with your permission,

sir...

we'd like to take that trainer

and try to spot that enemy airfield.

Why, son, tha-that plane doesn't have

any guns on it. You're talkin' suicide.

I have no other choice.

Ladies and gentlemen,

everywhere I look...

...soldiers are fighting sailors,

sailors are fighting marines.

Directly in front of me

I see a flying blond floozy.

Everywhere I look, everywhere,

pure pandemonium- Pandemonium!

I'm gonna do your head jus' like

ol' Brer Rabbit did to the tar baby!

Don't you hear

that radio over there?

- I'll take your head off.

- Our boys are fightin' each other down there.

If there's one thing I can't stand,

it's Americans fighting Americans.

- Jones!

- Yes, sir.

- You wanna fight in this man's army?

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