White Christmas

1

Stop the Jeep, Sergeant.

What's this all about, Captain?

A little entertainment for the men, sir.

Tonight's Christmas Eve.

These men are moving up tonight,

General Waverly.

They should be lined up

for full inspection.

You're absolutely right. There's

no Christmas in the Army, Captain.

Yes, sir.

There's always a slip-up or two

during a change in command.

The men get a little loose.

- I know I'm leaving them in good hands.

- Thank you, General.

Sergeant, take me

to headquarters immediately.

You'll have those men

turned out on the double.

- Sergeant, take the shortcut.

- Yes, sir.

That's not the way back to headquarters.

Joe, you know that and I know that,

but the general doesn't know it.

At least he won't

for about an hour and a half.

That sergeant will be a private

in the morning.

Yes. Isn't he lucky?

I'm dreaming

Of a white Christmas

Just like the ones I used to know

Where the treetops glisten

And children listen

To hear sleigh bells

In the snow

I'm dreaming

Of a white Christmas

With every Christmas card

I write

May your days be merry

And bright

And may all your Christmases

Be white

Well, that just

about wraps it up, fellas.

Certainly too bad General Waverly

couldn't have been here

for this little

Yuletide clambake, but...

'Cause we really had a slam-bang finish

cooked up for him.

I guess you know by now

that he's being replaced

by a new commanding general

fresh out of the Pentagon.

That's not a very nice

Christmas present, is it,

for a division like us that's moving up?

The old man's moving toward the rear.

That's a direction

he's never taken in his entire life.

Well, all I can say is we owe

an awful lot to General Waverly...

Attention!

Captain Wallace, who's responsible

for holding a show

in this advanced area?

- Well, sir, as a matter of fact...

- It was me, sir.

Me, sir. It was my idea, sir.

I mean,

when you've got an entertainer, sir,

of the caliber

of Captain Wallace, sir...

I mean, sir,

it's Christmas Eve, sir, and...

Well, sir, I mean that

if you were in New York, sir,

you'd have to pay $6.60

or even $8.80 to see

or hear a great singer

like Captain Wallace, sir.

I'm well aware

of Captain Wallace's capabilities.

- Who are you?

- Phillip Davis, sir.

Private first class, sir.

- Well, at ease, Davis.

- Yes, sir.

I said, "At ease!"

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

This division is now under the command

of General Harold G. Carlton.

I don't want you to forget it,

not that he'll let you.

He's tough,

just what this sIoppy outfit needs.

He'll have you standing inspection

night and day.

You may even learn how to march.

And if you don't give him

everything you've got,

I may come back and...

fight for the enemy.

- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.

Well, I guess all I can say

is how much I...

What a fine outfit.

How am I going...?

Don't just stand there.

How do I get off?

Just happen to have

a slam-bang finish, sir.

Yes, sir.

We'll follow the old man

Wherever he wants to go

Long as he wants to go

Opposite to the foe

We'll stay with the old man

Wherever he wants to stay

Long as he stays away

From the battle's fray

Because we love him

We love him

Especially when he keeps us on the ball

And we'll tell the kiddies

We answered duty's call

With the grandest son of a soldier

Of them all

We'll stay with the old man

Wherever he wants to stay

Long as he stays away

From the battle's fray

Because we love him

We love him

Especially when he keeps us on the ball

And we'll tell the kiddies

We answered duty's call

With the grandest son of a soldier

Of them all

- Look out. It's about to come down.

- Get down!

Put me down!

You all right, Davis?

Yeah, I'm all right, sir.

It's just my arm, sir.

What do you...?

- This looks pretty bad.

- Yeah, it's nothing but a scratch.

- Hey, Davis, how you feeling?

- Pretty good, Captain.

I just dropped by to thank you

for saving my life.

- Well, it was a life worth saving, sir.

- Well, I appreciate it.

I want you to know something, Davis.

Anytime I can do anything for you,

anytime, any place,

- you just pick up a phone.

- Thank you, sir.

- So long, Davis. Sorry. I'll see you.

- That's all right, Captain.

Captain, you could do

one little tiny favor for me.

- What's that?

- Well, sir,

I've kind of written a little song,

you see,

and I thought perhaps

when we get back to the States,

when this is all over, you know,

I thought maybe if you put this song

in your act,

it might be a big hit for you.

- Why, sure. Just pick up the phone.

- Yeah. Captain,

I just happen to have it

with me right here.

- This it?

- Yeah.

Well, this is for two people.

It's a duet.

Yeah. It needs two people,

two dynamite entertainers.

But I work alone. I do a single.

Who do you figure on

for the other hunk of dynamite?

Well, I happen

to know a fellow, Captain.

He's pretty funny in living rooms, kind

of has a fair voice, you know, and I...

- How about me?

- Well, I do a single, you see.

Yeah, well... That's all right, Captain.

I wouldn't want you to feel

any special obligation in any way.

Oh, well.

OK, Dynamite, we'll give it whirl.

- OK, Captain. Bye.

- Good luck.

We're having a heat wave

A tropical heat wave

Well, now the temperature's rising

It isn't surprising

She certainly can

Can-can

Let me sing a funny song

With crazy words that roll along

And if my song can start you laughing

I'm happy, happy

Blue skies

Blue skies smiling at me

Nothing but blue skies

Blue skies do I see

Bluebirds

Singing a song

Nothing but bluebirds, bluebirds

All day long

I never saw the sun shining so bright

Never saw things going so right

Noticing the days hurrying by

When you're in love

My, my, how they fly

Blue days, all of them gone

Long gone

Nothing but blue skies from now on

Keep it bubbling now, girls.

- Phil, can I see you for a minute?

- Yeah.

- Hello, honey. Hi.

- Hi.

- You know Doris?

- Yeah.

- Hi.

- Hi. Hi. Fine.

On stage, girls! On stage. Finale.

Albert, did you get the notice drawn up?

- Yes, sir. Show lays off tonight.

- Good boy.

Cast and crew get ten days off with pay.

Gee, they'll go wild. Nicest Christmas

present anybody ever had.

Well, they deserve it.

You got the tickets for New York?

Well, a little rough

for the holiday traffic,

but I pulled a few strings,

got you and Mr. Davis on the 1:00 train.

- Tickets are on the way over.

- Good enough.

- Put that on the bulletin board.

- Sign this, Bob.

OK. Say, if you want us

for anything in New York,

we'll be at Radio City.

We'll be rehearsing there

- for the Ed Harrison Television Show.

- Yes, sir.

Too bad you and Mr. Davis

couldn't get a little rest.

Oh, man,

I wasn't about to turn this down.

This is a great big, fat plug

for the show.

- Bring the tickets when they come.

- Yes, sir.

- Edna, the light of my life!

- Bob?

Can I see you a minute?

- You know Doris, friend of Rita's.

- Another one?

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