Buck Privates Page #2
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1941
- 84 min
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Say your goodbyes and when
I say, "fall in," be here.
Dismissed.
All right, girls,
you can go into action.
Cigarettes,
soldier?
Compliments
of the army.
Everything
all right here?
Oh, you look lonesome.
Won't you have an apple?
Cigarettes,
soldier?
Judy Gray, what are
you doing here?
- I joined the army.
- Go on.
Um-hmm. I'm a camp
hostess now.
It's something new.
We're going to try
to give the boys the feeling
that the camp is their home.
- Add the feminine touch.
- That'll make being drafted a lot more popular.
I think it's pretty popular right now.
- Your cigarettes, sir.
- Thanks.
See you later, Bob. Apples,
compliments of the army.
I'm sorry, sir,
but your mother's in sight.
- Go away. My mother?!
- Yes, sir.
Oh, that's all I need.
Scram, you beautiful things.
Come on, come on.
What is this?
She's coming
this way, sir.
Very good work,
Edmonds.
Fix your face, sir.
Fix your face.
Have an apple, boys?
Cigarettes?
Cigarettes?
Mrs. Parker:
Randolph, my boy.
- Hello, Mother.
- I phoned your father.
- Yeah?
- He'll have you out of this in no time.
- Did he say exactly when?
- Oh, a week at the most.
I suppose you'll just have to
make the best of the ordeal.
Pardon my saying so,
Mrs. Parker,
but it won't be an ordeal.
As a matter of fact,
a year in the army can do
a great deal for any man.
Just heaps.
Oh, I can understand how
it may benefit some men...
those who have
no advantages in their homes.
- I know, but...
- But his education and background
should certainly entitle him to
more than these other young men.
How can they make
a Yale man a private?
Would you care
for some chewing gum?
Yes, thanks.
- Have you got a lollypop?
- Um-hmm.
You like lollypops?
I'm a sucker
for these things.
Gee, she's a nice-looking
messenger boy-girl.
Oh, stop looking
at her.
I was only looking at her to
see if she was looking at me
to see if I was
looking at her.
Remember our
vaudeville days?
You remember
worked with us
on the same bill?
Oh, look over there.
Oh, the Andrews Sisters.
Oh, boy.
You're a lucky fellow,
Mr. Smith
To be able to live
as you do
And to have that swell
Miss Liberty Gal
Carrying the torch
for you
You're a lucky fellow,
Mr. Smith
Do you know
just how highly you rate
You should thank
Man, you've really
got a family tree
With Washington, Jefferson,
Lincoln and Lee
You're lucky to have
ancestors like that
Don't you know you were born
with a feather in your hat?
You're a very,
very wealthy gent
I don't care
if you haven't a cent
You've got your
American way
And, brother,
that ain't hay
If some poor suckers
could choose
They'd love to be
in your shoes
That proves that your
good fortune's no myth
You're a lucky fellow,
Mr. Smith...
K Company,
fall in!
Troops:
You're a lucky fellow, Mr. SmithTo be able to live
as you do
And to have that swell
Miss Liberty Gal
Carrying the torch
for you
You're a lucky fellow,
Mr. Smith
Do you know
just how highly you rate?
You should thank
your lucky stars and I mean...
You should
thank all 48
Man you've really
got a family tree...
Those bags are
too much for you.
- Why don't you get a redcap?
- Why should I get a redcap?
What's the matter with
the hat I've got on?
...ancestors like that
Don't you know you were born
with a feather in your hat...
You're a lucky fellow,
Mr. Smith
You can say that again, yes, ma'am
Can you use
some smokes?
Don't mind
if I do
Charge it
to your Uncle Sam
You're a lucky fellow,
Mr. Smith
shouting with joy
Yes'm, that's just
what I'm doing
'Cause I'm Uncle Sammy's
fair-haired boy
Boys, you're rolling in
a lot of wealth
- Your speech is free
- Yes siree
- And you've got your health
- Sure we've got our health
And tell me why not?
Take a look at the great
constitution we've got
Say, this fella
we've been talking to
Might be our president
before he's through
And I mean that all...
All on the square
Well, say now,
I declare
You're blushing
red, white and blue
But, buddy,
that's all right, too
Because those colors
look good on you
You're a lucky fellow,
Mr. Smith
You're a lucky fellow
They would love to be
in your little shoozies
That proves that
your good fortune's no myth
You're a lucky fellow,
Mr. Smith.
Oh, hello.
Hello.
Oh, you need
a light, soldier?
Yeah, thanks.
I didn't catch your name.
I didn't throw it.
- Don't go away.
- But I have to, I'm on duty.
A hostess' first duty is
to keep the soldiers happy.
And I will not be happy unless
we get better acquainted.
We have a full year
to become acquainted.
Yeah, but I'll be
out of the army in a week.
What's the matter,
Judy?
Just a fresh recruit
trying out
the manual of arms.
- Uh-huh.
- Oh, Bob, please.
It wasn't anything,
really.
Oh, Judy, we're running out of chewing gum.
Do you have
any to spare?
Yes, Patty.
I'm just telling you
to stay away from her.
I'll pick my own
company, Martin.
Maybe on Park Avenue, but not
in the army. Keep away from Judy!
Judy, eh?
Private stock?
- Why you...
- Mmmm-mmmm.
It's no good, huh?
Excuse me.
- You guys see my pal?
- No, I haven't.
You haven't seen him, huh?
I always did prefer
cinders to cigar smoke.
Do you boys mind if we
share this platform with you?
- No, not at all.
- Come right in.
We'll finish
our dance later?
You've got a date.
Come on and do
your duty.
Wham! There it is,
boys. Seven is a natural.
- Cleaned me.
- Talk about hot dice.
There goes my lesson
for today.
- What are you doing, boys?
- He just gave us a lesson in dice.
Dice?
What's dice?
It's a game.
Don't you play games?
Yeah, I play jacks.
- He plays jacks.
- I'm up to my foursies.
Oh, behave.
There's the game.
Will you teach me
how to play that?
Will I teach you
how to play it?
I should say
I will.
Will I teach him? There's
numbers on there from one to six.
Now, you roll 'em out and if
you should roll a one and a six,
that's a seven, that's a natural, you win.
Your roll a five and a two, that's
seven, that's a natural, you win.
You roll a four and a three, that's
seven, that's a natural, you win.
- That's all you do is win?
- Well, no.
- Oh, you can lose, too.
- Well, not often.
If you roll a one and a two,
that's craps, you lose.
If your roll two sixes,
that's craps, you lose.
You can win
and you can lose.
- That's it.
- That's fair.
See, seven you win
and craps you lose.
- Let's play.
- You want to play? You roll the dice.
- We play for money?
- Yes. Now how much do you want to bet?
- I'll bet $10.
- That's a good bet.
There you are.
Now good luck to you.
- Seven you win, craps you lose.
- Here I go.
- Go ahead.
- Whee!
Seven.
I win.
Wait, I forgot. Don't pick
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