The Best Years of Our Lives Page #12

You're all right, Pop.

But I know when it's time to bail out.

I gotta get going.

- Here are your clean socks, Fred.

- Just put 'em in here.

- Take good care of the old man.

- I'll do my best.

- But we'll miss you, Freddy.

- You ought to be used to that by now.

So long, Pop.

We've got two flights going out of here

tonight. One eastbound, one westbound.

You'll have to ask the pilot.

Which way you going?

Which one leaves first?

Eastbound. Eight o'clock.

That'll be fine. I'll just

hang around the field until then.

You don't seem to care

where you're going.

That's right, chum. I don't.

Hortense.

Hortense!

Listen to this. Sit down.

"Headquarters, 8th Air Force.

Award of the Distinguished Flying Cross."

Um... Here.

"Despite intense pain,

shock and loss of blood,

with complete disregard

of his personal safety,

Captain Derry crawled

back to his bombsight,

guided his formation

on a perfect run over the objective

and released his bombs

with great accuracy."

"The heroism, devotion to duty,

professional skill and coolness under fire

(voice wavers)

displayed by Captain Derry,

under the most difficult conditions,

reflect highest credit on himself and

the Armed Forces of the United States."

"By command of

Lieutenant General Doolittle."

(imaginary plane engines)

(man) Hey, bud,

what are you doing up there?

Hey, you!

What are you doing in that airplane?

- I used to work in one of those.

- Reviving old memories, huh?

Or maybe getting some of 'em

out of my system.

Well, take your last look.

We're breaking 'em up.

Yeah, I know. You're the junkman.

You get everything sooner or later.

This is no junk. We're using this material

for building prefabricated houses.

You don't need any help, do you?

- Out of a job?

- That's it.

I see. One of the fallen angels

of the air force.

Well, pardon me if I show no sympathy.

While you glamour boys were up in the

wild blue yonder, I was down in a tank.

Sometime I'll be glad to hear

the story of your war experiences.

What I asked you for was a job.

Have you got one?

- Do you know anything about building?

- No. But I know how to learn.

Same as I learned that job up there.

- Hey, Gus.

- Yes?

See if you think this guy

can be of any use to us.

Thanks.

Now, children, let's remember the words.

The bride will come down those stairs.

When I see her I'll hit the first note,

then I'll nod my head

and then we'll sing, huh?

All right, let's try it.

- Here she comes.

- ? Here...

Wait for the note.

? Here's comes the bri...

That's fine.

(door bell)

- Mrs Cameron?

- Yes. Mrs Stephenson?

- Yes.

- Come right in, won't you?

- My daughter.

- How do you do?

- How do you do, Mrs Cameron?

- How do you do?

- There you go.

- You shouldn't have.

- My daughter.

- Miss Stephenson.

- Hello.

- Hello, Mr Cameron.

Meet Homer's folks.

Mr and Mrs Stephenson.

Miss Stephenson.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

- Hello, Al.

- Hello, Butch!

- It's good you're here.

- Mr Stephenson, punch?

Hello, Butch.

- How do you do, Mrs Stephenson?

- How do you do?

Steady, boy!

(chuckles)

I heard you were leaving town. I was

afraid you wouldn't stand up for me.

I'll stand up for you, kid, till I drop.

Oh, Fred, here's the ring.

Don't lose it.

- Hiya, Homer. Big day, huh?

- Hi, Al.

- Hiya, Fred.

- Hello, Al.

I, uh... I hear you moved back

with your folks.

Yeah.

I've sampled the punch.

I presume it was made for the kiddies.

- Will you have some, Homer?

- I might give the wrong answers.

- How about you, Fred?

- No, thanks. Maybe later.

Well, if I must be a solitary drinker,

good luck, kid.

- Thank you, Al.

- Al! You promised you wouldn't.

- Take a sip of this.

- Hello, Fred. Homer.

- There isn't a headache in a barrel of it.

- Al can take it.

- He certainly can.

- Excuse me.

See for yourself.

Hello, Fred. Nice to see you again.

Hello, Peggy. Nice to see you.

Well, what have you been doing

with yourself lately?

Working.

Yes... Dad told me he heard

you were in some kind of building work.

Well, it's a hopeful way of putting it.

I'm really in the junk business.

An occupation for which many people

feel I'm well qualified,

by temperament and training.

It's fascinating work.

- Where's Homer? Wilma's ready.

- I'll get him.

Excuse me.

Mary, Kay, go ahead.

Jackie. Jackie!

Over here.

Watch me.

? Here comes the bride

? All dressed in white

? Sweetly serene

in the soft, glowing light

? Lovely to see

? Marching to thee

? Sweet love united

? For eternity

Dearly beloved, we are gathered together

here in the sight of God and this company

to join together this man and this woman

in holy matrimony.

If any man can show just cause why

they may not lawfully be joined together,

let him now speak, or else hereafter

forever hold his peace.

Homer, wilt thou have this woman

to thy wedded wife?

I will.

Wilma, wilt thou have this man

to thy wedded husband?

I will.

Who gives this woman

to be married to this man?

I do.

Now, Homer, will you take Wilma's

right hand in yours and say after me:

I, Homer, take thee, Wilma,

to my wedded wife.

I, Homer, take thee, Wilma,

to my wedded wife.

To have and to hold from this day forward.

To have and to hold from this day forward.

For better, for worse.

For richer, for poorer.

For better, for worse.

For richer, for poorer.

In sickness and in health. To love

and to cherish till death us do part.

In sickness and in health. To love

and to cherish till death do... us do part.

Now, Wilma, with your right hand, take

Homer by his right hand and say after me:

I, Wilma, take thee, Homer,

to my wedded husband.

I, Wilma, take thee, Homer,

to my wedded husband.

To have and to hold from this day forward.

To have and to hold from this day forward.

For better, for worse.

For richer, for poorer.

For better, for worse.

For richer, for poorer.

In sickness and in health. To love

and to cherish till death us do part.

In sickness and in health. To love

and to cherish till death us do part.

The ring.

Place it on the fourth finger

of Wilma's left hand.

Repeat after me:

With this ring, I thee wed.

With this ring, I thee wed.

Those whom God hath joined together,

let not man put asunder.

For as much as Homer and Wilma

have consented together in holy wedlock

and have witnessed the same

before God and this company,

and thereto have given and pledged

their troth, each to the other,

and have declared the same by giving and

receiving a ring, and by joining hands,

I pronounce that they are man and wife.

God bless you both.

You know what it'll be, don't you, Peggy?

It may take us years to get anywhere.

We'll have no money,

no decent place to live.

We'll have to work, get kicked around...

Stephanie Donohue

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