An Officer and a Gentleman Page #3

to these two young ladies, please?

Paula, Lynette.

Miss Paula Pokrifki,

Miss Lynette Pomeroy,

may I present

Officer Candidate Sid Worley

and Officer Candidate Zachary Mayo.

Well, I hope you have a good time.

We already met.

We did?

You said it would

grow an inch by now.

- That was you guys?

- Yeah.

Would you like to dance?

Sure.

It's grown out

more than an inch, pal.

Would you like to get a drink?

Sure.

Let's go.

What kind of a name is Pokrifki?

Polish. What kind of a name is Mayo?

Italian. My mom was Irish.

No, thank you.

I think I got her ears.

The rest is all wop.

Where are you from, Mayo the wop?

Everywhere, nowhere...

Paula the Polack.

Seriously.

Seriously. Seriously...

My father's a rear admiral,

seventh fleet.

You're kidding.

We lived in ports

all over the world...

- Kathmandu...Moscow, Nairobi.

- Really?

I've never been out of Washington.

Wait a minute.

You're kidding me, right?

We don't have any

naval bases in Moscow.

- No.

- No. I didn't think so.

So...you got a girl, Mayo the wop?

No.

I ain't looking for one either.

What are you looking for?

I've heard about these girls who

come here looking for a husband.

- Not me.

- Yeah? Why are you here?

To meet interesting people,

improve myself.

What do you do, go to school?

No, I got a job.

I work over at National Paper.

It's a real good job.

I'm going to save

enough money, travel.

Think I'd like to go to Moscow.

You been through

the Dilbert Dunker yet?

No, but my father and brother

made it through.

I guess I can, too.

Is your brother a flier?

He was. He got killed.

- Vietnam?

- Yeah.

My brother died over there, too.

He wasn't a flier though.

I was only 12 when it happened.

I don't remember

that much about him.

I sure remember Tommy.

Mind if we talk

about something else?

We don't have to talk

about anything at all.

Do you think you'll make it

to getting your wings?

Who knows? Guys a lot smarter than me

been dropping out like flies.

You got to say you're going to do it.

Got to program yourself.

It'll happen.

You've just got to see

yourself making it.

I read this article

in Cosmo about that.

I swear.

Paula...you are a very,

very pretty girl.

Do you want to go somewhere else?

Come on.

Fall out, Worley.

Something tells me you girls

have been here before.

Whatever gave you that idea?

Stop it! You're going to ruin it.

I'm sorry.

I'll do it.

You sure this is OK?

Don't worry.

I'll respect you in the morning.

You're crazy, girl.

You'll respect me!

Couldn't wait to get out of there.

- Didn't you like the band?

- Not much.

You didn't like Tie a Yellow Ribbon?

I thought their rendition's...

Let's go down to the beach.

That sounds good.

Squad, halt!

Fall out!

Look at Foley. Do you believe it?

Showboat.

All right. Listen up.

I'm the base martial arts instructor.

Those of you in 1-5

must desist thinking of me

as the drill instructor for now.

Just think of me...as the enemy.

Do you believe this guy?

May I have a volunteer, please?

Daniels.

How about you? Get up here quick.

Put him in the hospital.

He can't touch me.

It's against the law.

- Kick his ass.

- Come on, Topper!

Come on up here, son.

Hang tough, buddy!

Hello, p*ssy.

How bad do you want to survive?

This Officer Candidate

doesn't understand the question, sir.

Let's see

if I can clarify it a little bit.

Want to survive

enough to stop me, p*ssy,

or are you relying on my generosity,

my love of humanity,

to stop me from killing you?

I...breathe.

Break loose.

Break loose!

I...can't...breathe.

Get away from here!

You're not hurt.

I could have killed you.

Move off.

Get out of here!

Hurry up. Get back to your seat!

You think I was harsh

on your classmate, don't you?

Wait until you get shot down

behind enemy lines somewhere,

and the only thing

between you and a POW Camp

is what you learn from me.

Now that I got your attention,

we shall proceed with the class.

God, I hope she shows.

She's going to show. She will show.

A rich, socialite Okie like you

ought to be a big catch around here.

Hey, I ain't rich.

- You're an officer's kid.

- So what?

Man, I spent six years

living right on top of the

raunchiest whorehouse in the PI.

"You want numbah one fucky-fucky?

"Long time, short time.

$10! Cheap-cheap!"

"10 dollah. 10 dollah!"

Lynette, honey, how's it hanging?

Don't drool on her, boy.

- Hey, ladies.

- Hi.

Pansy-ass flyboys.

I remember you. Mayo the wop.

Yep, that's me.

It's good to see you.

I was looking forward to it.

- Me, too.

- Really?

Yeah.

Excuse me.

You guys want to just hang out here,

or can I suggest an alternate plan?

Like pick up a bottle

and go to the motel?

Just like that, yeah.

What do you think?

I'll vote for a motel.

My kind of group.

Troy, here they come.

Well! Make way for the warmongers.

What did you call us?

I called you a warmonger.

Ain't that what you are?

Yeah, right.

I just want to ask you something.

What do you want?

You rich college boys come strutting

around in your ice cream outfits

like you own the goddamned place.

- I mean, who do you think you are?

- I don't want to fight you.

I do not want to fight.

Go back inside and cool down.

I ain't finished talking, sailor boy!

Get him, Troy.

Oh, God.

Back off, man. That's enough, man.

Holy sh*t! Check his nose!

He broke his nose, man.

- You a**hole!

- F*ggot!

Come on, come on.

God! I never seen anything

like that in my life.

Did you see his nose?

Lynette, will you just shut up

until we get to the motel? Please?

Well, excuse me for living.

A**hole!

I should have walked away.

Zack, he didn't give you a choice.

A man's always got a choice.

Where did you learn to fight?

I don't want to talk about it.

All right.

It wouldn't kill you

to open up to me.

What do you want? You want to f***?

Come here. Take your clothes off.

I'll give you a good f***.

Where's that coming from?

- Get on the bed.

- I wouldn't f*** you now...

Then get the hell out!

Who do you think you're talking to?

I'm not some whore

you brought in here.

I'm trying to be your friend, Zack.

Then be a friend. Get out of here.

Fine. Fine.

Man, you ain't nothing special.

No manners.

You treat women like whores.

If you ask me, you got no chance

of being no officer.

It's OK.

It's all right.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- Are you hungry?

- Yeah. Yeah, I'm starved.

- Skivvies?

- Pretty sexy, huh?

- Sporty.

- Control yourself, baby.

Good!

Look, Paula...

I try real hard not to fool anybody

about who I am, what I want.

I know who you are and what you want.

And what do you want?

I want a good time until you leave.

That's it?

Hey!

- Last night was incredible.

- I thought so, too.

- Zack, am I your fantasy?

- What?

I'm not getting serious on you.

I dare you

not to fall in love with me.

How can you resist? I'm like candy.

You're better than candy.

It's going to be hard

to get enough, very hard.

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