Wing and a Prayer Page #2

to kiss Betty Grable...

Listen to me...

have to...

When you kiss her,

what's it feel like?

Ah, let it lay.

I'm serious

about this, Oscar.

I really mean it.

I mean, do you feel

anything at all,

or is it all just

part of the day's work?

Does she breathe deep?

Does she kiss you

or you her?

Does she kiss back?

What I want to know is,

how does it make

you feel?

The rest of us can only dream

about those girls,

but you've

actually kissed them.

What's it like?

Well, it's, uh...

it's like nothing

else in this world.

- Ahh.

- Ahh.

I'll never forget

that frst girl

I kissed in a picture.

Who was it?

Yeah. Who?

You think

I'd kiss and tell?

In a wardroom?

Come on, Oscar.

Well, it's, um...

The night before

the scene was to be shot,

I didn't sleep.

I lay awake all night,

just daydreaming

about that kiss.

How do you

daydream at night?

Quiet.

Well, how do you?

The next morning

I got to the studio

an hour earlier,

got into my wardrobe,

dashed over to the set.

I waited all day

for that one moment

when I'd get

to kiss her.

Finally, it was time

for the scene to be shot.

We took our places.

She was wearing the most beautiful

black negligee.

Lovely...

revealing.

Her hair was swept back

from her forehead.

Her eyes

were partly closed.

I took her

into my arms...

Go on.

Kiss her, you dope!

The hairdresser yelled,

"You're mussing up

her hairdo."

The director screamed, " Move your arm.

You're tilting her collar."

The cameraman said,

"I can't see her nose."

So I kissed her off-center

and smacked the air.

If you want

to kiss a girl right,

you got

to join the navy.

Hey! You can't

get away with that!

Hey! Hey! Gather 'round.

I want

to tell you something.

Your worries are over.

Listen to the voice

of Superman.

I'll tell you what

I'm going to do.

I'll fly my TBF

clear to Tokyo.

Throw a rope

around Tojo's neck,

like I roped coyotes

back in Texas.

I'll drag that

monkey to 15,000 feet

and drop him

like a bomb...

Very funny.

I wouldn't want

to bore you guys

with what I'm

really going to do.

It sure takes

a load off our minds.

That guy there

might possibly give you

a few pointers.

He's only shot down

three Zeros.

I'm just a bag of wind

from Texas.

I must sound funny

to a guy who's done

the things you've done.

How do you feel

when those meatballs

come at you?

I didn't see them

until they were

pretty close.

Did they attack

from above?

From below.

They missed

with their frst pass.

They say they can attack,

pull out,

and dive again

before you see them.

Slow but with

maneuverability?

I don't know, really...

They machine-gun you

on the way down?

I'm writing my memoirs

for the Saturday Evening Post.

You can read them

after the war.

All right.

Break it up.

Let's cut a record.

Hey, you want me

to make another one?

I could knock that moon

out of the sky.

Leave it alone.

I'll need that moon

when I get home.

Right on the beam, kid.

What's your name?

Benjamin K. O'Neal,

sir.

Aviation radioman,

frst class.

Did you come in

with Torpedo Five?

That's right, sir.

Haven't you served

under me before?

I was in and out

of Pensacola, sir.

I thought I'd

seen you before.

As you were.

# Bring back #

# Bring back

my Bonny to me #

#To me... ##

What's wrong, Benny?

I've been ducking him

since I came on board.

If he fgures how long

ago he saw me,

he'll ground me sure.

How come?

Too old

for air combat duty.

Are you kidding?

There's no law...

That man's

the whole navy

in one pair of pants.

Do you know what

kind of guy he is?

He's the only offcer whose men

wouldn't give him a nickname.

What's the matter?

What if he

fnds out about me?

What about you?

Benny, how old

would you take me to be?

Oh, I'd say

about 20, 21.

Thanks.

But if he ever

sees my birth certifcate,

I'm cooked.

When I joined the navy,

I made a mistake

about my age.

You mean you

weren't 17?

I won't be 17

for 3 months.

So that's

the way it is.

We're either

too old or young.

Well, kid,

we're in this together.

# Every tear #

#Will be a memory #

# So wait and pray #

# Each night for me #

#Till we meet again ##

[Ding Ding]

[Ding Ding]

Well, gentlemen...

we have our orders.

[Plays Reveille]

Do it again.

I love it.

Come on, Scott.

30 minutes

to flight quarters.

O.K., O.K.

Come on.

Come on.

No wonder they gave you

the Navy Cross.

Waking people up at night,

you have to be a hero.

Your squadron

ahead of ours?

I'm not flying

right now.

Just shower call

and such.

I was on the sick list

after Pearl Harbor.

Still wobbly

on the pins.

Wake Chisholm, will you?

Yeah.

Good morning.

I'll need

fve empty fuel containers,

some potassium nitrate,

some calcium nitrate,

manganese sulfate...

Mananganese what, sir?

Manganese sulfate,

and about 30 feet of wire mesh.

And get lots of excelsior

from the engine packings,

and, um...

a big ball of heavy string.

Yeah.

Very good, sir.

May I ask what all these things

are for, sir?

Tomatoes.

Oh, tomatoes.

When you return

from your search,

you will notice the carrier

will be towing a sled.

It's more like a spar

about the size

of a telephone pole.

As each plane comes in,

it will make one pass,

dropping its bomb

well astern of the sled.

Don't hit it. We don't want

the flight deck

showered

with bomb fragments.

Every hour we continue

on our present course

brings nearer the possibility

of contact

with enemy aircraft.

Your orders are these.

When enemy planes

are encountered...

do not engage them.

Return to the carrier

at once.

By "Do not engage,"

you mean...

I mean

avoid all contact

with them.

But, sir,

that's running away.

Any other questions?

But suppose the enemy

attacks us, sir?

May we interpret

the orders...

You will not

interpret the orders.

You will obey them.

Pilots,

man your planes.

Pilots,

man your planes.

That's all.

Let's go.

Pilot to Radioman.

You got the dope

on the radio frequencies?

Radioman to Pilot.

Yes, sir.

Frequency 69-70.

Secondary 61-50.

All set, sir.

Pilot to Gunner.

Gunner to Pilot.

All set, sir.

Maybe I'll get

my frst meatball today.

If you see anyJaps,

blow them a kiss.

But don't shoot...

that's an order.

Pilots...

stand by

to start engines.

Stand clear

propellers.

Start engines.

[Engine Starts]

Oh, boy!

I ought to pop you

on the chin.

That's how Billy Tom

knocked me out.

I was born

with a glass jaw,

but otherwise, in the torso,

I'm unvulnerable.

Come on.

Hit me.

Infnitestimal fortitude.

That's what I calls it.

Rock of Gibraltar.

Hold everything.

What you got

there?

Oh, isn't she lovely?

[Wolf Whistles]

Look at that!

Wow!

A love note.

Come on, read it.

Get out.

Come on.

"Dearest Hallam,

I couldn't sleep thinking

how lucky the girl was

in your picture

I saw last night

and thinking

how wonderful it would be

if I could have been her

and feel your strong arms

around me...

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