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That other girl had a nerve,

bustin' in like that.

What was she like?

- Webb.

- Present.

- Cathaway.

- Present.

- Worthing.

- Present.

- Stone.

- Here.

- Walker.

- Here.

- Banning.

- Present.

- Shannon.

- Here.

- All right. Thank you. Good night.

- Good night.

Prue, I'll never be able to thank you

for what you did tonight.

- Don't be silly, Vi.

- It worked out fine.

I didn't even have to ask him.

It came quite natural.

- I'm glad. He looked awfully nice.

- I knew you'd like him.

- Oh, what was that chum ofJoe's like?

- Oh, he was all right.

I couldn't see him in the dark,

but he smelt clean.

- Good night, Prue.

- Good night, Vi.

Hello. I'm sorry I'm late.

I had an awful time getting away.

- Oh, that's all right. I'm glad you came.

- Have you been waiting long?

No, I, uh, just arrived myself.

So you're the girl

I met in the dark.

Yes, here I am.

Shall we go for a walk?

All right.

- Just a second.

- I say, miss-

Enough to drive a poor woman crazy,

feeding the whole army single-handed.

- I say, miss, table for two.

- Table for two?

He has a hope, he has.

Table for two.

- Miss, two poached eggs, please.

- Poached eggs?

Every time I pass that chump's table

he shouts, "poached eggs. "

Just a minute.

I'll be there in a second.

Waitress. Waitress.

- Well, what do you want?

- Waitress, do you remember me?

- Yes, what is it?

- It was a long, long time ago.

- Where's my jam tart?

- You've had your jam tart.

Didn't you see me give her a tart?

You took it away to take the fly off,

and you ain't brought it back.

- Oh, that tart! Rosie.

- Yes?

- Where's that jam tart I gave you?

- Coming up.

- Please, miss- - Grown-up woman can't

take a fly off a tart. What is it?

- Well, we've already given our order, but-

- Well, why didn't you say so?

Tiresome people.

What is it you wanted? Jam tarts!

- Waitress.

- Yes, don't get excited. I'll be with you in a minute.

Here, Mrs. O'Hallihan.

- There you are There's your jam tart.

- Thank you.

- What's the matter? Where you going?

- We'll come back another time.

- Thanks just the same.

- Well, what do you think of that?

They take a table and keep it for

half an hour, then they just walk out.

Here you are, two.

Oh, Clive. Banbury cakes!

Do you mind if I have some?

- Not at all. Go ahead.

- May I have four, please?

Ever since I was a child, I could never pass

a Banbury cake in cold blood.

- Never mind. I'll get it. How much is it?

- One shilling, please.

- There we are.

- Thank you.

- Right.

- Thank you.

What's that?

Just lightning.

Well, what do the boys and girls

do under these conditions?

Depends on who they are

and how they feel.

Some get into hollow trees.

Others go to a cinema or a tea shop.

Well, we've been to a tea shop. I expect

all the hollow trees are full by now.

- That only leaves us the cinema.

- Do you think we can eat Banbury cakes in a cinema?

We can try. Come on.

- 6:
30.

- Well, that settles that.

- What happens now?

- Shall we go back to the tea shop?

No, please. I'd rather be drowned

than suffocated.

- I'd better get back to the camp.

- But it's not 6:00 yet.

It's half a mile to the bus.

We can't very well swim over.

- I suppose we ought to wait here.

- Look.

The Albion Temperance and

Commercial Hotel. Come on.

Good afternoon.

We'd like a room, please.

- Certainly, sir. Pa? Pa?

- What is it?

- There's a lady and gentleman wants a room.

- Huh?

- Hello.

- Well, what do you want?

We'd like a room where we can have a fire

lit and dry these things and have tea sent up.

Eh? We don't have no room.

- But the girl just said-

- I don't care what she said.

I say we don't have no room.

This ain't the sort of place you want, boy.

I've me reputation to keep up.

Reputation! I'd say you have,

you dirty, little pip-squeak.

What you need is to open the windows

and let the smell out...

then open your mind

and let the smell out of that.

Get me the police station, Emily.

I'll show you there's still order and

decency in this country-war or no war.

Clive, let's go.

Emily, go down to your mother.

I'll call up myself.

Hello. You're very nice.

Think you can go where you want

and do what you want.

Coming into a respectable placel

Here, get me the-

Fares, please. All fares, please.

Oh, Gosley Camp, please. Two.

We don't pass Gosley Camp, sir.

You want number 17.

What? He says we want a number 17.

- Where do we get a number 17?

- At the crossroads, miss.

- You get one takes you right past the camp gate.

- Thanks.

Next one goes by at 7:20.

- Which way do we go?

- Haven't the faintest idea.

Look, we can watch for the bus

and keep dry at the same time. Come on.

Well, this has been

a great day.

Crowded out of a tea shop, shut out of a cinema,

thrown out of a hotel and turned out of a bus.

One feels the warm heart of England.

You're shivering.

No, I'm all right.

Have a Banbury cake.

No, thanks. I think I'd prefer something that

blends a little more neatly with the weather.

- What's that?

- Whiskey. Have some? Help the Banburys down.

- Never touch it.

- Go on, do you good.

Oh, always take the cork out of a bottle

before you hand it to a lady.

Especially when

it's a lady in a haystack.

Go ahead. Don't be afraid.

How's that?

Good.

Did you ever get stinko-

blind, unconscious stinko?

- No. Have you?

- Mm-hmm.

Two nights ago.

Blind, blotto, out.

- Why?

- Why not?

Well, people generally have good reasons

for getting blind, blotto, out, don't they?

Yes, I suppose so. Tell me.

What's it like living in a WAAF camp?

It's like a clock winding

up, hour after hour...

the spring getting tighter and tighter

until you feel that if you-

if you see any more women or hear any more

women, you're going to burst out screaming.

You've just got to talk

to a man sometimes-

any man-

anything with a pair of trousers on.

Oh, I'm anything with a pair

of trousers on?

I didn't mean that.

You know, the other night when I met you...

I couldn't see anything, but I knew exactly

what you'd look like in the daylight.

What do I look like?

Oh, you're rather good looking, really.

Nice sort of face.

Nose a little on the fine side.

Mouth a little too big.

One of your ears sticks out

a little more than the other.

- Did you know your face is slightly lopsided?

- Now wait just a minute.

But your eyes are good.

A nice, deep brown.

A little tired-looking.

Late hours, perhaps, huh?

- You're better than a smack in the lug yourself.

- What's a smack in the lug?

Mmm. An old friend of mine named Monty.

If he says you're better than a smack

in the lug, it means you're all right.

- Let's don't start that.

- I'm not starting anything.

I just said you were all right. That's a

perfectly decent, respectable thing to say.

Here, you're still cold.

You'd better have a little more.

Mm-mmm. I wanted to ask you,

why aren't you in uniform?

Come on. Just a little one.

Well, will you tell me

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