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Go ahead, try it.

All right.

Well, I've seen better

and I've seen worse.

Now that's a bit

of all right.

How do you know?

How do I know? I've worked

in the theater 15 years.

What do you know?

What do I know?

Haven't I worked with some of the

biggest managers in this business?

Go on. You cleaned their

theaters, that's what.

Well, they never did nothing

without asking me, "What about it?"

Come off it.

"Mrs. Peabody," they'd say.

"In or out?"

And it was usually out.

Well, what do you

think now, Mrs. Peabody?

Ma'am, you did give me

a nasty turn.

Well, what do you think?

In.

Put that light out.

Don't you know

there's a war on?

Sorry, Mr. Warden.

It was my fault.

I Just wanted to see our

names in lights before...

Pilot to navigator. Pilot to

navigator. Where the devil are we?

Can't get my bearings

in this bottle of ink.

Wow!

Gentlemen, we seem to have

located an obJective.

Our target

for tonight, sir?

We can try, gentlemen.

We can try.

Changing course, sir.

You excite me

Beyond my power

to explain

Yours is the art

to start my heart

A bubbling

like champagne

You excite me

And there is nothing

I can do

When you appear

I hear a cheer

Like thunder in the blue

When we dispeI we

I fear to stay

and hate to leave

You excite me

You lead me on

and I pursue

The dye is cast

It's too fantastic

Yet it's true

Am I right?

Am I exciting you?

You excite me

You lead me on

and I pursue

The dye is cast

It's too fantastic

Yet it's true

Am I right?

Am I exciting you?

Bert, cut your finale short.

Here they come again.

Well, can I help it

if they're early?

Ladies and gentlemen, there's

a shelter under the stage.

Just pass through the doors at

each side of the theater. Thank you.

This way, gentlemen.

Come on, boys.

We've been invited to stay.

How do you do, Mrs. Good?

Straight ahead.

Right turn down there. Right

on down to the basement, folks.

No, sir. This way, sir.

Right on down, sir.

This way. Right turn, right

on down to the basement.

Move along now, folks.

I wish I had my makeup off

and was home in bed.

Well, wishing

won't get you there.

Nor you either, chum.

I haven't slept a wink for nights.

Oh, neither have I.

I'm exhausted.

Last night, the man next

to me snored for hours.

I'll never sleep

in the underground again.

Alfred, don't make

so much noise.

Sorry, is that yours?

You mean to say you've never heard

of The Great Waldo and his xylophone?

Can't say I have.

That's me.

Twenty years ago.

And this is my xylophone.

We were a great act.

Evidently.

A great act.

Sorry.

Excuse me.

Scared?

Naturally.

So am I.

Well, that's

not very comforting.

That's like

having a lifeguard say

he's afraid of the water.

Oh, I don't mean this.

I mean you.

You did a little

bombing tonight yourself,

you know.

That dance you did.

In fact, you bombed

from a very low altitude.

It was not only unfair,

it was practically illegal.

Well, I'm sorry.

You should be.

I hope I didn't

hit anything vital.

You knocked out

my whole communicating system,

if that's any concern to you.

I think you should

have supper with me

and sort of help put me

together again, don't you?

No.

You don't?

No.

You haven't any conscience

at all, have you?

I have a perfectly

beautiful conscience

but I also have a date.

Yeah, naturally.

But you could switch it.

I've only got tonight

and tomorrow night.

I'm sorry, but I...

Have you ever been

to the 299 Club?

Never.

You'll like it enormously.

I've no doubt

about it, but...

They've got

the hottest band in London,

imported from America.

You are an American,

aren't you?

St. Louis.

Wait till you hear that band

play the St. Louis Blues.

It'll sound like

a letter from home.

For a man whose communicating

system is out of order,

you're doing awfully well.

Am I?

What must you be like

when it's working?

You'll see.

Tolly, that last one got the

Cumberland Theater. A direct hit.

That's the first hit

they've had in 10 years.

All clear!

Goodnight, Tolly.

TOLLIVER:

Good night, girls.

Roz, I've got to make a telephone

call to the sector chief.

You and Judy

go ahead to Philippe's.

Oh, by the way,

goodnight.

You don't really mean that?

I mean Just that.

I wish you

a very good night.

Do you know something? You

are a very, very naughty child.

Why? Why did you not tell Annette?

I would've fixed you...

What?

...a really big celebration.

Celebration?

And you are Just

as bad as she is.

Why keep away from me

those secrets?

What are you talking about, Annette?

Many happy returns

of the day.

A little birthday party

for you.

Oh.

Hmm. Very nice.

Champagne. Flowers.

How beautiful. And

look, Judy, candy too.

Oh, it's really nothing.

Too bad.

It isn't my birthday.

It isn't? What do you know

about that, Madame Annette?

It's not her birthday.

No?

Oh, I get it. You're the

clever one, mon brave.

Such a pity.

Oh, please stay.

Well, if you decide

it is your birthday, Roz,

I'll meet Tommy

somewhere else.

Oh, no. I'm expecting all of you. Oh?

We might as well, Judy.

If I don't admit it's my

birthday, I shudder to think

what holiday

he might declare.

Intelligent girl.

Oh, no. No, I know when

I'm licked, that's all.

Here we are.

Thank you.

Mmm.

For you.

Champagne.

What are you trying to do,

launch something?

That's an idea.

I christen thee beautiful

friendship, very beautiful.

He's very charming,

your aviator.

Thank you, Annette. Vive

la Francel Free French.

Vive I'amour.

I remember

during the last war.

There was an aviator Just

such a one as you, monsieur.

So watch out!

I been hearing nothing from

you for the past three days,

except that you're

a Blitz grandmother.

Blown clean out of bed,

my daughter was.

And her baby was born

underneath it.

The air raid warden said it must

have been a special kind of a bomb.

Hitler's secret weapon,

I suppose.

What? It ain't everybody that

can have a baby in an air raid.

Well, it could

happen to anyone.

I'd like to

see it happen to me!

Goodnight, Mr. Lawson.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

ROSALIND:
Come in.

Mmm-hmm. Let me take a look at you.

What you can

do to a dress!

Thank you, Tommy.

You know,

I was Just thinking.

If I saw you somewhere

and didn't know you...

I'm awfully glad

I know you, Roz.

So am I, Tommy.

If only someone from Manchester

could be in Philippe's

to see me

walk in with you.

Oh, I'm sorry, Tommy, but I can't

have supper with you and Judy.

I have a date.

The Air Force again?

Mmm-hmm.

Whose birthday

is it tonight?

Nobody's.

No, of course not.

What is it this time?

His uncle's silver wedding

or the Chinese New Year?

No, it's old home week.

I'm going to meet a fellow from

his outfit. His name's Chuck Brown.

And he's from St. Louis,

same as me.

Oh, no, Roz.

Sure he is. It's a

small world, isn't it?

I'm disappointed in him.

I thought he'd pull

a better one than that.

Who?

Lundy.

Roz, that's the oldest

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