G.I. Blues Page #3

about your grandfather's railroad.

I do not like it here.

We shall go to some other place.

Anything you say, honey.

You won't get into trouble leaving?

I leave when I want to,

and I want to now.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Don't you wanna see how he does?

Later. I got a little side bet

going on me. Get going.

- Where we going tonight, honey?

- Don't call me "honey".

- You didn't mind it inside.

- Now we're outside.

But I got the idea

you and me kinda hit it off.

You and Herr Gluckman

have much in common.

- Wait a minute, honey...

- No "honey".

- If we're going places tonight...

- We are not going anyplace.

You helped me get rid

of Herr Gluckman. Thank you.

- Now I'm going home, alone!

- But we got a date!

A rich young Texas man

should be able to find a date.

I'm not a rich young man.

"Son of an oil millionaire"!

Closest I came to oil was draining

crank cases at a gas station.

- And your grandfather's railroad?

- He was a brakeman in Texas.

What's so funny?

Come on, you poor millionaire.

I'll buy you a drink, honey.

Let's go.

When your friend mentioned

the 100,000 acres in Texas,

- you should've seen your face.

- Now I know why I lose at poker.

You should see that Tulse operate!

- Nice to see you, Lili.

- Nice to see you.

- It's not like your music.

- We play too slow?

No, it's just that

we do it a little differently.

But if it is too slow

it is dull.

Not if you're with it. The rhythm

has to just sort of ooze out.

- Was ist "ooze"?

- Show him "was ist ooze".

- I show you "was ist ooze".

- Ja, ja. Ooze.

"Das ist ooze."

Very nice.

- Shall we go someplace else?

- Yeah, let's do that.

He's off and running!

Turk had her this far

and got dumped in the stretch.

It's on me.

Let's go someplace where we can get

some food, and no music.

I have an idea. We'll go home

and I'll make a nice liederkranz

and pumpernickel and some coffee.

Don't go to all that trouble.

But it would be quiet,

and I'm very good at doing dishes...

OK. Liederkranz, pumpernickel

and coffee.

And for dessert,

some delicious apple strudel.

You are hungry.

I'm a growing boy, ma'am.

I'll get a cab.

No, we'll walk. It's not far, and on

the way we'll get some apple strudel.

- Thanks, ma'am.

- I don't like "ma'am".

Neither do I, honey.

You keep an eye on them,

I'll call Cookie.

Caf Europa, please.

Talk louder! What's the latest?

Breakthrough, he's walking her home!

She's gonna make him a sandwich.

They're stopping

on the way for strudel.

Good, a man can't do his best work

on an empty stomach.

Three and a half hours to go.

Better take small bites on that

liederkranz and pumpernickel.

And you better leave word

at the barracks where she lives.

I may be a little late.

You look beautiful, Tina!

No trouble with

the manager to let me off?

No trouble. I told him

I was your cousin Angelo.

- He believed you?

- Why shouldn't he?

You believe me, don't you?

Before we go to that night spot,

I want you to know something.

- I'm not that kind of guy.

- What kind do you mean?

The kind you think I am.

Smooth, tricky, a heartbreaker.

- You got me all wrong.

- I believe you!

They don't give Good Conduct

medals to just anybody.

Taxi, bitte.

Cookie, I think we have fun tonight.

I love going to nightclubs.

- I can't stand 'em.

- Why were you at the Europa, then?

I was Ionely, Tina.

A Ionely soldier, far from home.

I'm far from home, too.

I come from Milano.

Funny, isn't it? Here we are,

two Ionely people, far from home,

neither one of us with a cosy

apartment to invite the other to

where we could sit and read,

and maybe listen to records

on the gramafunken.

- I have an apartment!

- You have?

- But no gramafunken.

- No gramafunken?

Who needs a gramafunken,

we'll make our own music.

Frulein will give you the address.

Tulsa, tell me more about Oklahoma.

- You've heard everything.

- But it's so interesting.

Your Indian grandmother,

she was a full-blooded Cherokee?

She smoked a corncob pipe and played

a guitar. She taught me how.

Strange, I thought

Indians only played tom-toms.

That's just in the movies. Take

my Uncle Charlie, Leaping Bear.

That's his real name. He plays

the best clarinet you'll ever hear.

Yes, like in the movies. All Germans

are submarine commanders,

and all French girls

are can-can dancers.

Same thing.

That's the trouble with people.

I mean, if people

got to know each other better

then everything'd be

better all round.

Much better.

- You like my pizza?

- It's no wonder Nero got fat.

I'm glad you like.

I'll make some more.

- Not now. Let's talk a while.

- We talk...

We talk about Park Avenue,

New York, where you come from.

OK. What do you wanna know,

my little bambino?

You make a mistake.

"Bambino" is a boy baby.

That is a mistake.

Baby, you're no boy.

To live in Park Avenue, New York,

one must be rich.

Cookie, are you rich?

Money isn't everything, Tina.

Take me, for instance. Before I

decided to make the army my career,

the only girls I ever met

were debutantes.

Dull, artificial butterflies.

They could play tennis,

ride and raise beagles,

but could they cook pizza?

Not on your life!

- I cannot raise a bagel.

- Beagle.

That's what I said. But since

12 years old I can cook a pizza.

Tina knows what a man likes.

I could tell that as soon as I looked

at you. You're very understanding.

You're a simple, understanding,

Italian, farm girl.

I come from the city.

My father is a butcher.

Better yet! A simple,

understanding, butcher's daughter.

- I respect you.

- And I respect you.

And that's what makes

the world go round. Respect...

What are you doing

in Tina's apartment?

It's my apartment too.

We're roommates.

Tulsa, I would like you to meet...

But you met her in the Europa.

I'll fix the coffee and the strudel.

Come help me, Tina.

- And how did you get here?

- It wasn't easy!

You fouled it up again.

- What's he doin' up there?

- Who cares?

- Tulsa's gotta be alone with Lili.

- We know.

- I'm supposed to be alone with her.

- You can't be alone with Tina here.

That's right. Get your hat.

Lili, you break your rule.

You let someone in the apartment.

But he's not like the others.

He's so open. And honest.

Just like my Cookie.

- Lili...

- We're nearly ready.

- Sorry, we have to beat it.

- What a pity.

Cookie just reminded me

it's the first night in town

and we have to get back early.

We have passes tomorrow,

we wouldn't want to lose 'em.

- I've got plans for us.

- Tina, hand me a bag, please.

I'll give you some strudel

for the road.

Thanks. Look,

about that pass tomorrow...

If you get a pass, maybe

we can take a trip to Aschaffenburg?

Good. Ever since I was a kid I wanted

to see Aschaffenburg. Where is it?

- We better get going.

- OK, General.

- You speak German?

- You speak Italian?

- Here's the strudel.

- Thank you.

Tina, you know something?

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