A Farewell to Arms Page #4

- Right-side up.

- How about it, doctor?

Do I have to wait six months

for an operation?

Well, I think we can

get to you a little sooner.

- Say, tomorrow?

- Tomorrow?

- Yes.

- Good work.

- We'll meet at 10 in the morning.

- See you on the chopping block.

I leave you in good hands.

Love is the best medicine.

- Good evening, happy people.

- Good night.

Oh, doctor...

...thank you for your assistance.

If I can be of any further help to you,

doctor, don't hesitate to call on me.

I have duties.

I have to get you ready.

I don't want anyone else

to touch you.

I know I'm silly,

but I'll be furious if they touch you.

Now, just a little advice:

When you're going under ether,

don't think about us...

...because people get very blabby

under an anesthetic.

Think of something very unpleasant...

...or say your prayers.

That'll create a splendid impression.

I won't talk. Not a chance.

Don't brag. You're very sweet,

you don't have to brag.

You have such a lovely temperature.

I like yours better.

I'm awfully proud

of your temperature.

Maybe all our children

will have fine temperatures.

Our children will probably

have beastly temperatures.

Tonight? Please.

For tonight,

the chart indicates a few drugs...

...a bath...

...and an emetic.

Nothing else.

He'll be out of the ether soon.

Couldn't ask for a better operation.

Don't jiggle him.

Catherine.

Come here.

Van Campen is listening.

You better muzzle your Romeo.

Catherine, come here.

Our patient seems to have

a one-track mind.

If she hears him, you're sunk.

Catherine, come here...

Can you imagine anyone making wine

because it tastes like strawberries?

Why shouldn't they?

It sounds splendid.

But it doesn't even taste

like strawberries.

Next time, if I don't seem

too ungrateful, I'd like brandy.

Oh, no.

It's much too strong for you.

Tell you what I'll do, Cat.

Get me another bottle

of brandy and I'll marry you.

Just for a bottle of brandy

you'd make an honest woman of me?

No, as a matter of fact, I'll marry you

even if you do bring me this vile stuff.

No.

- We're not going to be married.

- Yes, we are.

Darling...

...I'd rather marry you

than do anything in the world.

- Lf we do, they'll send me away.

- Who says?

Wives are not allowed at the front.

Aren't you embarrassed

about not being married?

No.

See, darling...

...it would mean everything

to me if I had any religion.

But you're my only religion.

You're all I've got.

It's going to rain.

Cat, darling.

It's all nonsense.

I'm not afraid of the rain.

I'm not afraid of the rain.

Dear God, I wish I weren't.

- Did you see the two new patients?

- No.

A head wound and a hernia.

- It's interesting.

- I'm grateful for them.

- I was terrified they'd send me back.

- How's your hero?

He walked down the corridor

three times...

...then he wanted to try running.

I had to stop him forcibly.

We're going boating next week.

- I think it'll be good for him, don't you?

- Dandy.

I went all over Milan

looking for American oatmeal.

It's really only gruel.

He insists it has to come out

of an American package.

Luckily he's much more

tolerant about bacon.

- They're all alike.

- What do you mean?

I mean they all got habits.

Chief one being,

they don't wanna get married.

- He's already proposed.

- Proposed what?

To marry me.

Well, well!

I take it all back...

...about his being a "love them

and leave them" boy. Congratulations.

Thank you, but getting married

would only mean separation.

- You know the regulations.

- Are you crazy?

No, don't answer. Listen:

In a couple months your Frederico

walks out on good legs...

...and leaves you behind.

- It won't be like that.

Listen, honey,

that's also regulations.

Every soldier feels the right

to walk out on any dame he captures...

...while serving his country.

- Stop, before you make me angry.

Get angry. It may pump

some sense into your head.

What is the noise about,

Miss Barkley?

Well, I was just saying that

the only thing that can help the Allies...

...is for the Americans to come over here

and come over quick.

Our English lady doesn't

approve of that statement.

I will not tolerate a disturbance

in this hospital of any kind.

Yes, Miss Van Campen.

If you don't like Americans,

Miss Barkley...

...you will please keep it to yourself.

- Yes, Miss Van Campen.

- Does Miss Barkley smoke?

- No, I don't.

I mean, no. No, she doesn't.

Hold your nose when you jump.

- How many people have you loved?

- Nobody.

- Except me, of course.

- You're the first and only.

Come.

- How many others, really?

- None.

You're lying to me.

A little.

It's all right.

That's what I want you to do.

Keep right on lying to me.

When does a girl say

how much it costs?

- I don't know.

- Of course not.

Does she say she loves him?

Tell me that. I want to know that.

Yes, if he wants her to.

Does he say he loves her?

Tell me, please. It's important.

He does if he wants to.

But you never did.

Tell me the truth, please.

No.

You wouldn't.

I knew you wouldn't.

I love you, darling.

The girl just says

what the man wants her to.

Well, not always. But...

But I will.

I'll say just what you wish,

and I'll do what you wish.

Then you'll never want

any other girls, will you?

Never.

I'll do and say what you want.

Then I'll be a great success.

- Won't I?

- You're lovely and wonderful.

There isn't any me anymore.

Just what you want.

- Ask for it.

- You.

Miss Barkley?

Where's Miss Barkley?

Have you seen Miss Barkley?

I've been looking everywhere.

- I'll... I'll tell her you want to see her.

- Where is she?

In the kitchen, I'm sure.

She always insists

on doing the dishes.

- Works like a truck horse.

- Thank you.

Van Campen's on the warpath.

I detoured her to the kitchen.

You've got about one minute.

Van Campen.

Give me the paper.

"With Babe Ruth in the box, the Red Sox

again clobbered the wilting Senators...

...5- 0.

A dreary session, except for

a triple play in the ninth stanza...

...that led to the groaning exodus from

the sweltering Washington bleachers."

Miss Barkley, the bedsteads

in Ward B need polishing.

Yes, ma'am.

I don't understand why you remain

in the room when the patient is asleep.

I didn't know he was asleep.

I was reading to him.

Reading to the patients

is not part of your duties, Miss Barkley.

- I'm very sorry. I thought...

- You may leave the paper here.

He can finish that important

dispatch by himself.

Come on, Black Feet!

Come on, Black Feet.

Make your move!

And I was counting on throwing

a party at the Grand'ltalia.

Let's see if we can pick

a winner in the next race.

- What's the matter, Cathy?

- Nothing, darling.

You're not depressed because

we lost the last race?

- Certainly not.

- Then what's wrong?

- Nothing, really.

- Yes, there is.

Tell me, please.

I don't want to.

I'm afraid it would make you

unhappy or worry you.

It won't, if it doesn't worry you.

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