An Officer and a Gentleman Page #7

but what the f***?

Oh, God! Sid!

So...does this mean...

Yes, ma'am! That's what it means!

Oh, Sid!

Let's do it right now!

I wonder where we'll get stationed?

I've always wanted to go to Hawaii!

Honey, we're not being

stationed anywhere. I DOR'd.

- You what?

- I DOR'd.

I wasn't cut out to be a pilot.

I was faking it. I've been

faking everything up to now.

But...

What'll we do? Where would we go?

Oklahoma.

I'll get my old job

back at JC Penney's.

Hell, in two years,

I'll be floor manager.

You're going to love Oklahoma.

You and mama will get along great.

Money might be tight,

so we'll live at home.

It's going to work out.

Sid... There's no baby.

What?

I'm not pregnant.

I got my period this morning.

There's no baby, Sid.

I'll be goddamned.

What do you say

we get married anyway?

I love you!

I don't think I really knew

that till just now, just this second.

I have never been happier in my life

than I have in the last seven weeks.

I've never felt so relaxed,

and I've never felt so loved

for who I really am.

Lynette, marry me.

Make me the happiest man

in the whole world.

I'm sorry, Sid.

But I don't want to marry you.

I really like you,

and we've had ourselves

some really great times,

but I thought you understood.

I want to marry a pilot.

I want to live my life overseas...

the wife of an aviator!

Damn you!

Goddamn you!

Nobody DORs after 11 weeks!

Nobody!

Hi, ma'am.

Have you seen Paula around?

Paula!

I'm looking for Sid. He DOR'd

and split. Nobody's seen him since.

I don't know where to look.

- Same room?

- Yes, sir.

Number three.

Yep. That's the one.

- What do you think of this?

- Looks nice.

Watch this. I think you'll like it.

Damn it!

Sh*t.

Lynette.

- Has Sid been here?

- Already come and gone.

What happened?

Can you believe it?

He DOR'd in the 12th week.

How can you win?

Lynette...

What did you tell him about the baby?

That there isn't one...as of today.

I got my period this morning.

I couldn't believe it.

He still wanted to marry me.

- What did you say?

- I said no, of course.

I don't want no Okie from Muskogee.

I can get that right here.

You little b*tch.

Who do you think you are, playing

with people like that? He loves you!

You sh*t on him!

You made up everything, didn't you?

There wasn't any baby.

Of course there was a baby!

I'd never lie about that!

Would I, Paula?

You little c*nt.

God help you.

You're no different than I am, Paula.

- Yes, I am.

- No, you're not!

- Let me see if he's here, OK?

- All right.

Seen Sid Worley around here?

Yeah, he's here.

Sid.

Sid.

Guy said he just got here.

Sid.

Sid?

Hey, man.

Sid, you OK?

Sid.

Sh*t!

God.

Call an ambulance.

God.

Call an ambulance.

You dumb, f***ing Okie.

I was your friend.

Why didn't you come

and talk to me about it?

You didn't even try.

You didn't even say goodbye to me.

The base Chaplain said

he'd call Sid's parents.

Why can't I learn?

Just like her all over again.

Just like her.

Zack, don't do this to yourself.

You didn't kill your mother.

You didn't kill Sid.

They killed themselves.

There's nothing

you could have done about it.

I got to leave.

Want money for a cab or something?

I don't deserve that.

OK. All right.

You're not the only one

that's feeling awful.

Maybe I had something to do with it.

I knew what Lynette was doing.

Look, you got no problems!

Another class will come through soon.

You and Lynette...

right back into business!

That's not fair. I never lied to you.

I never did what Lynette's doing.

- I'm not Lynette.

- No.

I love you.

I've loved you since I met you.

Don't you understand?

No! I don't want you to love me!

I don't want anyone to love me.

I just want out!

I don't know, but it's been said!

Air Force wings are made of lead!

Left, right, left, right,

column right.

Turn!

I don't know, but I've been told.

Navy wings are made of gold!

Platoon...

Halt!

Sir, this Officer Candidate requests

permission to speak in private, sir!

The whole class knows about Worley.

We're sorry.

I bet you are.

I want to see you in private, sir.

- Not now. I'm busy.

- Now!

- Forward...

- Sir, I request permission...

Right, left. Right, left.

Right, left...left...

Sir, this candidate requests

permission to see you in private!

- Sir!

- Not now. I'm busy. Get cleaned up.

I don't need your sh*t!

I came back to quit! DOR!

Platoon...halt!

I don't need you.

I don't need the Navy!

I don't need anybody.

OK, Mayo. I see what you want.

You said you wanted

to meet me in private?

You got it! The blimp hangar. Now!

- Move it!

- You move it.

We ain't going there to talk, boy.

Move!

Fall out.

Fall out! This is between me and him.

All right, Mayo.

Let's see what you got.

Quiet.

You've had training, Mayon...

- Come on, Foley.

- Lookie, lookie here.

Your blood's as red as mine,

isn't it, Mayo?

Come on, come on. Get up!

Holy!

You can quit now, if you want to.

It's up to you.

Sir, the officers are present.

Guests, please rise.

Class 1581, raise your right hand

and repeat after me.

"I do solemnly swear...

"that I will support and defend

"the constitution

of the United States of America...

"against all enemies,

foreign and domestic.

"That I will bear true faith

and allegiance to the same.

"That I take this

obligation freely...

"without any mental reservation

or purpose of evasion.

"That I will well

and faithfully discharge...

"the duties of office

I am about to enter.

"So help me God."

Please, be seated.

- Gunnery Sergeant Foley.

- Sir!

Well done, Sergeant.

Thank you, sir.

Class...1-5-8-1 ... Fall out!

Aye, aye, sir!

Foley's fire-eaters finally finished!

What did you think of that, babe?

I did it! What did you think?

See you at the saluting ceremony.

Come on. Meet my family.

No. I'm going to get my first salute.

Congratulations, Ensign Chadwick.

- Congratulations, Ensign Seeger.

- Thank you, sir.

Gunnery Sergeant Ensign Seeger...

sir.

Congratulations, Ensign Mayo.

- I won't ever forget you, Sergeant.

- I know.

I wouldn't have made this

if it weren't for you.

Get the hell out of here.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Congratulations,

Ensign Della Serra.

Thank you, Sergeant.

When I say, "Understand",

the group will say, "Yes, sir!"

- Understand?

- Yes, sir!

- Understand?

- Yes, sir!

I don't believe what I'm seeing!

Where you been?

Listening to punk rock music

and bad-mouthing your country,

I'll bet!

- Where you from, boy?

- Tucson, Arizona, sir.

- Where?

- Tucson, Arizona, sir!

Two things come out of Arizona...

steers and queers!

Which are you? I don't see no horns,

so you must be queer.

No, sir!

I will use every means necessary,

fair and unfair, to trip you up!

Turn it, Bunny.

No! Back the other way.

Keep going, keep going. Tilt it...

Way to go, Paula!

Way to go!

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