Yanks

Howdy!

Scruffy lot of buggers, aren't they?

I bet they've just come off the boat.

- It makes you wonder.

- What?

What women see in 'em.

Yanks!

Yoo-hoo!

Jean! Jean! Come quick!

There's Yanks. Hundreds of 'em.

As if we hadn't enough of them already.

- Aye. Mother won't be pleased.

- But you will, eh?

Aye. I like Yanks.

Hey, sugar, you wanna hitch?

- Why don't you come in here with us?

- There's more room in a tin of sardines.

Yeah, ma'am, but not as much action!

Pretty country.

Look at all that green, Danny.

Winter and it's still green.

You think they've got any more

like that little bus conductress?

Don't you think about anything else?

Three weeks on a boat pulling my pud

and scratching louse bites.

You're diseased, Danny.

Brains all between your legs.

Tea break. That's all I ever hear

around this goddamn place.

That's right, Sergeant. Fancy a cup?

I got 210 men due here any minute now.

They're gonna want water. They won't

get any unless you fix the f***ing pipe.

- It's fixed.

- Why ain't it coming out the other end?

It's waiting. Till it's turned on.

- This is good.

- Would it be possible to get it turned on?

- Yes. After I've had my tea.

- F***ing limeys.

Why don't you have a cup, Yank?

Calm you down a bit.

Don't call me Yank. I'm not a damn

Yankee. I'm from Ardmore, Oklahoma.

Howdy!

Give me some of that soap.

Hey, honey!

Oh, my God.

- Over here! Over here!

- Hey, will you look at that?

Dames! I'm feeling warmer already!

The Red Cross only do it for officers.

So don't put your uniform on.

They'll never tell the difference.

- Hey!

- Over here!

- Welcome to England.

- Thank you, ma'am.

- Welcome to England.

- Hi, GI.

- Where are you from?

- Connecticut.

- Welcome to England.

- Thanks.

Keep your eye on the doughnut,

not on the hole.

Thanks, lady.

Boston, Mass.

- Welcome to England.

- Hi, GI.

- Where are you from?

- Louisville, Kentucky.

Honey, it stinks.

- Have a nice hot cuppa.

- Thank you, ma'am.

- What's the matter?

- I think I'm in love.

I think you've been too

long on the boat.

- Welcome to England.

- Get outta here.

- Where are you from?

- Arizona.

- Name?

- Private Jacques.

- Name?

- Ruffelo.

.I hear you're quite a boxer?

- Golden gloves. - Keep your hands

to yourself round here.

- Name?

- Dyson.

It's a beautiful country. A little

chilly. They forgot to put the roof on.

- What are the women like?

- I haven't met one yet.

- When do we get a pass, sir?

- What's a pass?

Thank you, ma'am.

- Welcome to England.

- Psst.

I got the truck for the orchestra

on Saturday.

- Oh. Wonderful. Thank you.

- Can I have one with sugar?

Fantastic. Thanks a lot.

- And where do you come from?

- Burlington, lowa.

Stretch out. Make sure

those waistline muscles are pulling.

- Morning, Dad.

- Morning, love.

Morning, Clarrie.

- Won't be a minute with your overalls.

- That's all right, love.

I like 'em warm, anyway. It's bloody

freezing this morning on the bike.

- What shift you on?

- Nine till seven.

Not again.

You'll kill yourself, that's what you'll do.

Doing two jobs, it's just ridiculous.

It's the same for everybody, isn't it?

- Geoffrey, come and get your breakfast.

- Coming.

- You do look worn out.

- I am, love.

Mind the plate. It's hot.

- Geoffrey!

- Coming, Mother.

- Morning.

- Morning, lad.

- Morning, Geoff.

- Morning.

- Where did you get that hat from?

- Billy Rathbone gave it to me.

- Where did he get it from?

- The fish-and-chip run.

- The what?

- The chip run.

Kids fetch fish and chips

for the Yanks at the camp.

- Billy's the big organiser.

- They pay us.

- He's letting me help him on Saturday.

- You'll do no such thing.

- Mother.

- Take that silly cap off at the table.

- Mother!

- Take it off, Geoffrey.

- They're very good to the kids.

- Are they?

You like your brother

behaving like some little scrounger?

- Really!

- Perhaps it's how you see yourself.

Amusement to foreigners

with more money than sense.

- Honestly!

- Your Ken might have something to say.

- Dad.

- They're only lads, Mother.

Soldiers thousands of miles from home.

- We should be grateful.

- Oh, but I am grateful.

We need all the help we can get.

But do they have to act

as though they own the place?

Go on. Move it out of the way.

All the way.

F***ing limey rain.

- Driver, right on back to receiving.

- OK, Sergeant.

What we gonna do with all this sh*t?

5650-0086-35.

No way. I'm not signing for

something I didn't get.

Look on the manifest.

You got ten crates of binoculars.

- This is a binocular? Come on!

- OK, so they f***ed up a little.

It's the army. What do you expect?

I got a little Scotch in the truck. You

keep the sneakers, you get two cases.

- You trying to bribe a fellow officer?

- I gotta get outta here.

- I'm shocked at you.

- Four cases.

- Six.

- That's robbery.

I don't want the Scotch for myself.

Look at these poor, wet, miserable

bastards. Outside working their asses off.

These are my men. I couldn't face

myself if I didn't look after them.

You're as full of sh*t

as a Christmas turkey.

- You're the one with his nuts in a wringer.

- OK, six cases.

- Thanks.

- Thank you.

Schmuck.

Convoy six,

attention in the mess hall.

Some of you guys haven't stored...

- More onions and potatoes in there.

- Right.

Some of those leftover bones.

Give it some flavour.

- Sure thing, Matt.

- Cigarette out.

I'll take some of those grits.

What about some of those ham hocks?

A little bit of greens. Some gravy.

- I'll be back for the watermelon later.

- You do that. Next.

Hold on to it. Hold on to it. Hold on!

Let go! Let go!

- We got it!

- Don't lose it, whatever it is.

- A pass, dummy. We got a pass!

- No sh*t!

I hear some of these giris

ain't seen men for years.

Can you imagine? Years.

Hurry up! Get changed!

They've waited years, Danny. I think

they can wait a couple more hours.

Any more fares, please?

Any more fares?

Any more?

Any more fares, please?

Coach and Horses next stop.

Coach and Horses.

Coach and Horses.

Coach and Horses, Dad.

Come on, now. Any more fares?

Who hasn't paid me? Come on, now.

Night, Dad. Be careful.

- There you go, sir.

- Thank you, Sergeant.

- Is he gonna be OK?

- Who, the sergeant major?

He'd find the Coach and Horses

with his head in a bucket.

Could an' all, that one.

- What did she say?

- I don't know.

How far you going, lads? No cracks from

you, cheeky face. I've heard it all before.

Town, is it? First time?

Cat caught his tongue?

Shy. Very shy boy. Scared of women.

- Oh. Two fours, please.

- I'll get it.

- You OK?

- Yeah.

One sixpence, two pennies. Ta, love.

Any more fares, please?

D'you hear that? She called me love.

I don't think it's personal.

Last stop now. Come on. Everybody off.

This is it. Little America.

Town terminus.

Come on, lads. All out. This is it.

As far as we go.

- I heard there was fog. This

is ridiculous. - Night, love.

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