Good Morning, Vietnam Page #10

Thank you for playing! "Yeah, sh*t,|I can't think of it." That's right.

You don't win the case of|fish balls and lizard testicles.|Thank you for playing anyway.

- Here it is right now.|Hey, what's your name?|- Patrick O'Ma-- O'Malley.

Patrick O-O-O-O'Malley. I don't know.|I'm just so happy. I'm O-O-O'Malley.

Oh, he's good.|I don't know. It's the Irish boy.

I'm just so full of semen.|I haven't gotten laid yet.

I'm sittin' out there,|and I'm the Catholic boy and I don't|know when I'll be gettin' laid.

- I'm just goin' off to Vietnam.|Where you from?|- From the Village. New York.

From the Village? Well, nice to have you|here. Nice to have you here in Vietnam.

Obviously, you just said,|"Well, f*** it. I'll join the army|and be with people in green."

- It's a special thing to do.|Hey, what's your name?|-Jimmy Wilkes.

-Jimmy Wilkes. Where you from,Jimmy?|- I'm also New York.

Ohh! Two boys|joined together.

Hey, said, "Well, I got drunk, man.|All of a sudden, I went for a tattoo.

Next thing you know, I'm on|a f***in' truck. What happened?"

It's wild, baby.|I don't know what's goin' down.|But you're both from New York.

Nice to have you here.|Like, you just, like hangin' out?

- You're headed north.|Where you goin' to?|- Nha Trengh.

Well, you gotta be careful,Jack.|That's some heavy stuff up there.

That's like Newark after dark.|You gotta watch out.

There's some heavy sh*t|goin' down, baby.

You'll feel like George Wallace|campaigning in Harlem.|"Hi, have you seen my face?"

"Get yo' ass outta here!"|You gotta watch it.|What type of music do you like?

- You like, uh-- You like Little|Anthony? You like Little Anthony?|- Yeah! Stones.

- I like James Brown better.|- You like James Brown better. Yes, sir.

And the Stones. Oh, you like|Mick Jagger? Mick Jagger, right.

Do you think he looks like|a photo negative of Little Richard|or am I crazy?

Really. And that hair. I think--|I don't know. All right!

Gentlemen, I don't know--|Oh, my God, these lips!

My God, they're moving!|I'm gonna flap my eyebrows to death.

Look out. I'm singing, everybody.|I'm singing. Oh, get outta here.

- Watch out. All right.|Where are you from? Where you from?|- I'm from, uh, Cleveland, man.

- Cleveland.|- Yeah.|- Obviously, Vietnam's not that much|of a change for you, then.

Aw, nah.

You guys take care of yourself, 'cause|you all look like: I don't know what's|gonna happen, man. I don't know.

- What's this thing on the side of|your helmet? What is that thing|you're wearing? What do you got there?|- Here. Why don't you try it out?

Well, "Why don't you try it out?"|Look at this. Look at that. It says|here, it says what sizes you got.

You got large, medium|and Caucasian.

Look at this thing. A little|Italian party favour there. Oh!|"Oh, no, Bozo, boys and girls."

Look at this thing. Obviously, this|is goin' like, "Yeah, check it out."

Hold on. Look. How big is this thing?|Hold on. How big is this?

Black man's goin', "It's just for|the tip. That's all I need is the tip."

It's a bathing cap.|I just like to put a bathing cap.

Remember, this is the Vietnamese word|"Con Dum." Look. Italian moon launch.

There. Whoa, jeez.|It almost blew up in my face.

There's prophylactic everywhere, man.|It's not a pretty picture.

There's pieces of rubber|all over his face.

I don't know what to say.|You guys, be careful. What's your name?

- My name is Lewis Striker.|- Lewis Striker, Brother Striker.|Thank you, Brother Striker.

- Sean Donum.|- Sean Donum.|-Jay Snyder.

Feels like the Mouseketeers show.|Annette, Cubby, Roy!

Well, you guys, you take care|of yourselves. I won't forget you.

All right, guys, let's say goodbye|to the radio star. We're outta here.

Bye-bye-bye-bye!

All right!

Good morning, Vietnam!

here in Vacationland.

Everybody, time to get up.

Get up, wherever you are.

rise and shine!

Got some songs goin' out|right now to a couple of guys|on the road to Nha Trengh.

You know what I'm talkin' about.|Hey, Mr O'Malley, O'Malley.

You know.|The Irish Dolby twins.

They're out there. Special song|goin' out to you, right now.

I see trees of green

Red roses too

I see them bloom

For me and you

And I think to myself

What a wonderful world

I see skies of blue

And clouds of white

The bright, blessed day

The dark, sacred night

And I think to myself

What a wonderful world

The colours of the rainbow

So pretty in the sky

Are also on the faces

Of people going by

I see friends shakin'hands

How do you do

I love you

I hear babies crying

I watch them grow

They'll learn much more

Than I'll ever know

And I think to myself

What a wonderful world

Yes, I think to myself

What a wonderful world

- Oh, yeah

That was Louis B. Armstrong,|the great Satchmo.

Want to interview some GIs|in the field, sir? And play|those tapes on the radio?

God only knows|what they'd say, sir.

It involves Cronauer, which|makes me suspicious immediately.

An Lac. And Cronauer would definitely|be going along? Hold on a minute, sir.

G-2, Corporal Tiser, sir.

One moment.

- Route One-A, sir,|is the only route to An Lac, sir.|- Does that road have a secure status?

No, sir, it does not.|That road is Victor Charlie, sir.

- It is definitely not a friendly area.|- Negative, sir. It is not.

It is hazardous and, uh,|has been for about 48 hours.

Heavily fortified and considered|very unsafe, sir.

Thank you.

Sir, I recommend we issue|a 24-hour pass.

So this is the country where|they grow rattan love seats.

God, is it hot.|What a country.

Heat, humidity, terrorism. Still,|it's better than New York in the summer.

Hey, fellas,|how's the cough drop business?

You know, we haven't passed|too many checkpoints since Chon Thanh.

Why do you make every Vietnamese town|sound like a Mexican restaurant?

Britain imposed an oil embargo|on Rhodesia today...

after that country's unilateral|declaration of independence.

Gambia, Singapore and the Maldive|Islands join the United Nations.

Sertse Khama becomes|the first premier of Bechuanaland.

Pete Rose's three hits--

What do you think|you'll do after all this, Ed?|When you get out of the army?

I think I learned enough|about radio stations--

I mean, maybe I can work|in a station back home or something.

Really? Give me your best shot.|Lay somethin' on me.

Give it a go.|Give it a go.

This is Eddie Garlick comin' to you live|from AFRS, Armed Forces Radio Saigon.

Now funkify it. Give me some real funk.|Give it to me, Edward.

This is Eddie Garlick, com--

Good morning, Vietnam!

You're listening to Eddie Kirk|on AFRS. I have a big special--

to hear your requests.

to Eddie Kirk, right here.

Hey!

You fine. How you are?|Take you home.

You come out.|No problem.

Take you home.|Safe now from VC.

Hi. This is Marty Lee Dreiwitz|at Cronauer Control Centre.

Adrian Cronauer is on|temporary assignment...

and I'll be filling in until he arrives,|hopefully sometime this morning.

Right now, let's play a song|from Adrian's own playlist,|one of AC's favourites.

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