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stomach or by the seat of his pants.

I mean our best brain.

Capital B-R-A-l-N.

S-P-l-G.

- Get him.

- Yes, sir.

- That's mine.

- Give me my shovel.

Come on. Give it to me.

Quiet, kids. Go on upstairs

and take your bath.

Just a minute, young ladies.

Come back here and pick those up

and take them upstairs with you.

Come on. Now, hurry up. Hurry up.

Come on.

Go on, get moving.

See that you wash yourselves clean.

Good afternoon, Miss America.

Here among your unpaid bills

I find a communication.

From Washington. Washington, D.C.

I'm not going.

Stay broke and keep moving,

that's the story of our lives.

Spig, you've got two daughters.

They've lived in seven different houses

in seven different stations...

...in seven different years.

Back and forth across the country,

and in and out of it too.

Well, I'm just not gonna

move them anymore.

Well, have a drink. Pensacola, Coronado.

What's the difference between houses?

It's a big difference to me

because I've got to live in them.

All right. One of these days, you'll have a

nice, big, fine, gold-braided admiral's house.

And you can live in it forever.

No, Spig. I'm a little tired.

I want to relax a little bit.

I want to drink a little bit...

...and I want to spend

a little more than we can afford.

Okay, you've had your say.

Now, let's throw the kids and the bags

in the jalopy and get on the road.

- We haven't much time.

- Okay.

You take the high road,

and I'll take the low road...

...and we'll see who gets

to the poorhouse first.

But my road leads here. Right here.

It's like you got a shiny desk

with a great big drawer marked "Navy"...

...and a big drawer marked "flying"...

...and a tiny little drawer

marked "Min."

Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera,

and so on and so on.

Well, there's not much air

in my drawer, Spig...

...and I'm finding it

pretty tough to breathe.

I think you're getting too big

for your drawers.

No, no, no, ma'am.

I'll give you a clue.

Coronado, California.

C, like in "crap game."

Yes, ma'am,

I want you to keep trying.

Stick and stay, bound to pay.

- That's my way, Susie Mae.

- Hey, Spig.

- Beautiful?

- Is it on the level?

Ask me when we get to Bombay,

Paris or Hong Kong.

Which reminds me. Since when have you

been cutting orders on me, boy?

Not me, Johnny.

Me and Admiral Moffett.

- Pincus, what's bothering you?

- It's my foot, sir.

You win a bet from him, his feet hurt.

No, I keep my money in my shoes.

- Every time I pay, it hurts.

- Knock it off.

Attention.

- Wead, did you announce this?

- Yes, sir.

- Do you like it?

- Yes, sir.

War and football

draw the biggest crowds.

So now we'll have an

Army-Navy race around the world.

Sir, the whole country will

be sitting in on it.

Congress is sitting in on it.

In fact, Congress is sitting on it.

They've ordered a special hearing

tomorrow for you and me.

- Shut up and get off the phone, you stupid...

- Carson!

Evening, sir.

- Hello, Pincus.

- Good evening, sir.

- How's the wife?

- Fine.

- And them lovely kiddies?

- Fine. Nice to see you.

Yes. Yeah. It's... It's for...

I got her, Spig. Sir.

Hello.

Hello. Min?

Yeah. Did you get my wire, hon?

It looks like we're gonna be gone

about a month.

Oh, you know how I am

about writing letters.

They all sound like interoffice memos.

Tell her you love her.

Looks like we'll be back here

a couple of years.

Why don't you move on out?

Of course I miss you.

That's what I'm trying to say.

Look, I found a swell apartment, hon.

It'll be just great for the kids.

About a block from a kindergarten.

Of course, it'll be a little noisy.

It's right near the airfield

and my squadron's planes...

Well, anyway, I finally got her.

Well, I didn't.

Round the world.

Come and see this.

Come and see.

- Thank you.

- With one flying by.

- Thank you, sir.

- Your hat, sir.

- Here's to your health, Mr. Wead.

- Thank you very much.

Please, gentlemen, gentlemen.

This is a private party.

A private Army party.

And a very nice party too. Right?

- Yes.

- Here's to you.

Alberto.

Tell them to come right out here.

It's an emergency.

- Is that beer?

- Yes.

In Prohibition?

- Don't you know it's illegal?

- I just work here.

Well, you should watch yourself.

- Carson.

- Yes, sir.

- Compliments of the Army Air Corps.

- Sir. Boy.

Spig, don't you think

we ought to blow?

- We're gonna stir up a heck of a mess here.

- What? Where's your curiosity, Mr. Price?

This is a rare opportunity to study

the species Homo sapiens.

Subspecies Army.

To General John J. Pershing.

To Calvin Coolidge.

- To Spig Wead.

- Who's he?

The gentleman who sent us the beer.

- Spig Wead.

- Mr. Wead.

- Sorry.

- To Mr. Wead.

To our landlocked Congress.

May they quit smoking cigars

for a month and buy us some planes.

To celebrate being selected

as the Army flight team...

...to beat Navy around the world.

- Yeah.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

Spig, let's go on out of here.

Don't be so rude. Our host

is about to make a speech. Continue.

Thank you.

Gentlemen,

I think we'd do well now...

...to make plans

for our victory dinner, right?

Right.

Every race implies a loser

as well as a winner.

And I think it could only prove,

once again, Army sportsmanship...

...to invite the Navy losers

to our victory dinner.

Gentlemen.

I presume that each team

will have the same number of men.

- Correct, mister?

- Correct.

Each of you, then, will invite

your opposite Navy number.

For the occasion consider him

as your big brother.

As a representative of the Navy,

I think a few words are in order.

Very few.

It is 25,000 miles around the world.

We expect to finish

12,500 miles ahead of you.

- End of few words. Thank you.

- Wait a minute, wait a minute.

The trouble is, mister,

you got nothing to fly.

We won't need much more

than a kite to beat you.

- May I make a suggestion?

- Please do.

Why don't you fly this?

A few more words are in order.

You're our guest.

What manners.

We grace your party...

...we drink your liquor...

...and I suppose

this is supposed to be funny.

A matter of opinion.

Well, the liquor was pretty good.

And the cake is nice.

- Right?

- Right.

Thank you for the party, gentlemen.

Thank you. And thank you.

Police!

Police!

Here, buddy, hold this.

Hey, let's quit. We're even.

Police! Police!

The kitchen. The kitchen.

I can't think of an excuse.

Not a thing.

I'm going to say

that I forgot my wife's birthday.

She clobbered me.

They can't argue with that.

Sure can't. But me,

I can't think of a thing.

- Go ahead.

- You go ahead.

You afraid?

No.

So we were discussing...

Mr. Wead.

Captain Hazard.

Mr. Wead, Captain Hazard.

Information has reached me

through certain channels...

...that you two gentlemen have met.

Just for the record, are we at war?

Where did you get those eyes?

I forgot my wife's birthday,

and she clobbered me.

And you?

Me, I can't think of a thing.

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