The Smiling Lieutenant
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- 1931
- 93 min
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All right.
It's for me, sir.
Yes, sir!
A soldier's work is never done
And though we never use a gun.
though we're through with fighting
For when a lady takes the field
she knows the guards will always yield
And every man
To arms
To arms
We're used to night alarms
The girls give in
We weaken, but we win
And march home feeling prouder
We're on a parade
each evening in the park
We are not afraid
to skirmish in the dark
We're famous near and far
For our
rata, ta-ta-ta, ta-ta
Toujours l'amour
in the army
We give the girls
a rata-ta, ta-ta-ta-ta
When we go out campaigning
And they give us
a rata, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
And so we are not complaining
For years and years
They'll pension us
when we're too old to fight
We're the boudoir brigadiers
With a rata-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta
Toujours l'amour
in the army
Rata, ta-ta, ta-ta-ta
It's for you, sir.
- Hello, Niki.
- Hello.
Oh, Niki, I'm in great trouble.
You must help me.
- How much?
- No, no. No. It's not that.
It's something different, Niki.
Well, I've...
You see...
Well, I'm a married man.
Well, then, get a divorce.
Now, now. Don't misunderstand me.
I'm very fond of my wife.
She's nice. She's good. She's refined.
In fact, I love my wife.
- And so, you see, if l should...
- Wait a minute.
To cut a long story short,
you're crazy about another girl.
- Yes.
- And you don't know what to do.
- No.
- Then don't do it.
Oh, but she's so beautiful.
And what a figure she has.
And, Niki, you should see her fingers.
She has the daintiest little fingers.
She plays the violin, you know.
- What does she do?
- She plays the violin.
And how. She's the leader
of a girls' band in a beer garden.
I've just come from there.
Oh, Niki, Niki. I've got to meet her.
Oh, but I've got to be so careful
because I'm a married man.
Niki, Niki, look.
You come to the beer garden with me?
I see. I see. You're afraid
to have supper with her alone.
- Right.
- And that's why you want me along.
- Right.
- And after supper, I go home,
and you don't go home.
- Right.
- And you think I will
lend myself to such an intrigue?
- Let's go.
- My friend!
What did you say?
She plays the violin?
Yes.
- I play the piano.
- Oh, that's great!
How do you like her?
What? You don't like her?
Do you know whom she reminds me of?
- Your wife.
- Oh, wait a minute.
- This girl is beautiful.
- See here.
No, no, no, no. You're crazy.
Just picture your wife,
15 years younger...
20 pounds lighter,
her hair dyed...
her nose operated on --
the same girl.
You see?
Exactly like your wife.
Always interrupting.
Bravo.
Beg pardon, madame.
Will you permit me to tell you...
that I think you are the most beautiful,
the most fascinating lady I have ever met?
You are very much mistaken, sir.
You haven't met me.
Oh, pardon me, please. That waltz
you played so divinely, how does it go?
Right!
So, you play the piano.
Someday we may have a duet.
I love chamber music.
When hearts are singing...
spring will remain.
Music is bringing...
Iove once again.
Listen. It calls you.
Now it is May.
Live for today.
It calls you.
Now it is May.
Take what it brings to you.
Live for today
You have to go?
You want to go?
- Yes.
- Why?
I like you too much.
Shall I see you again?
I hope so.
When?
we could have dinner together.
Don't make me wait 24 hours.
I'm so hungry.
Well, perhaps then
we could have tea tomorrow afternoon.
Why not breakfast tomorrow morning?
No. No.
First tea...
and then dinner...
and then maybe...
maybe breakfast.
A dinner
a supper for two
Believe me
I know what to do
But breakfast is colder
Love seems much older
Yet the exception is you
You put kisses in the coffee
Such temptation in the tea
I get a thrill
that sends a chill right through me
When you pass the toast to me
There's paradise
And you awaken
Such yearning when you beg
for scrambled egg
And you put "it" in every omelet
Breakfast time
This must be love
You put glamour
in the grapefruit
You put passion in the prunes
I find romance
each sweet, entrancing moment
Every time you touch the spoons
I must admit
with every bit of liver
I start to quiver
I'm gone
When you invade the marmalade
And you put magic
in the muffins
Breakfast time
This must be love
Telegram for His Majesty.
Telegram for His Majesty.
A telegram for His Majesty.
Papa.
A telegram.
This is unheard of.
Flausenthurm without an "H"?
Don't they know in Vienna
how to spell my country?
It's a deliberate insult, Papa.
They're trying to make us feel,
just because we're a little country...
we shouldn't have so many letters.
It's from the emperor himself.
"My dear cousin, as you cross
the Austrian border...
"I extend to you and to your daughter,
Princess Anna...
my heartiest welcome."
"Unfortunately, I shall be unable
to meet you at the station...
as I have to open a cattle show."
Apparently cows are
more important to him than we.
One goes to Vienna and one's own cousin
doesn't even come to the station.
Trying to show off.
Big businessman.
That's always the way with relations.
they were even smaller than we.
It's only in the last 700 years
they've got anywhere.
Social climbers.
This sounds much better.
"You will, of course,
be my guests at the palace.
My whole empire is at your convenience."
Turn out the guard!
Eyes right!
"My daughter is no laughing matter,
states visiting king."
Yes. That's my statement.
- And I hope you stick to it, Daddy.
- Always, my daughter.
Now, I hope you feel better.
No. I'm sorry, Father, but I don't.
This humiliation is too much.
I know a princess can't be insulted
by a common lieutenant.
But besides being a princess...
I'm a girl.
Your Majesty, we promise
the fullest satisfaction.
This officer will be brought for trial
at once before a military court.
Not if I can help it.
I don't trust your courts.
I don't trust your justice at all.
In your country,
cows travel faster than kings.
You call that justice?
That's graft.
Bring him here.
I'll give him a fair trial.
Let him dare explain that laugh.
If he does, he'll hang.
No, but they can't punish you.
You never laughed
at that small-town princess.
Why don't you tell them
what really happened?
No, darling.
That would make it worse.
An officer on duty
presenting arms before passing royalty...
and smiling at the girl he loves.
No, there is no excuse
from a military point of view.
But from my point of view...
what an excuse.
It's for you, sir.
Don't cry, darling.
Don't cry. Don't worry.
Everything will be all right.
No, darling.
And remember. Remember what
Napoleon said before he went to Elba:
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