All language subtitles for The.Major.And.The.Minor.1942.720p.BluRay.x264-[YTS.LT]

Yes?

To see Mr. Osborne,
from the Revigora System.

Hair treatment and scalp massage.

Apartment 11A.

Where to, sister?
Eleven.

Mr. Osborne, maybe?
Scalp treatment.

What's that?
Nothing, just

What do you mean,
just?

Ain't it awful the way a fellow's scalp
dries out this time of year?

Eleven.

First door to your right.
Mind your step.

I'm here for Mr. Osborne.

Well, I'm Mr. Osborne. Come right in.

You're new with the Revigora System,
aren't you?

I just started this morning.

Well, let me help you.
Oh, thank you.

The Revigora System
is certainly picking up.

Gladys was an excellent operator,
but, er

a little earnest looking,
if you know what I mean.

Well, where are we going
to have the treatment?

Oh, anywhere. Anywhere around here.
We can talk about that later.

Here, let me help you.

I was just making myself
a lonely cocktail over there,

but now it looks
as if a double-double might be indicated

as a tribute to Revigora's improved taste.

And what might your name be, my dear?
Applegate.

Just Applegate? Nothing in front?
Miss.

Well, Miss,
you make yourself comfortable.

You know what I always say
no matter what the weather is?

I say, Why don't you get out
of that wet coat and into a dry martini?

Dry martini, wet coat.
Sure you want your treatment here?

Oh, yes, anywhere.
Don't keep harping so on the treatment.

I'd offer you a whiskey sour,
but that would mean thinking up a new joke.

Oh, dear. Well, I really have a very
lonely time here Wednesday evenings.

That's when my wife goes to her drill,
you know. Air raid precautions.

She keeps telling me
we're going to get into this war.

Know what I told the Mayor?

I said, My only regret is that
I have but one wife to give

I have but one wife
to give to my country.

Wife instead of life, you know?

Well, I really am a very lonely man.

My only son, far away at school.

Not reform school,
although perhaps it should be.

What are you doing?

Really, Miss Applegate,
you shouldn't be so businesslike.

First, we're going to have a little
drinkey-poo, then a little bitey-poo,

then a little rhumba-poo.

You're going to have
a little scalp massagey-poo.

Oh, no, this is not the night
for a scalp massage,

and you're not the girl to give it.

You know, we could make
beautiful music together, we two.

About this tempo?
Ow! That hurts.

Hard bristles.
I'm disappointed in you, Miss Applegate.

Gladys never used the hard bristles.
That's why you're losing so much hair.

I am not!
Bad case of dandruff, too.

I have not!

What are you doing now?
You're going to get an egg shampoo.

I am not!

My first night off,
and here I sit with egg on my head.

What are you going to do, scramble it?
Rather have an omelet?

Well, since you're going to be
so conscientious

But after this is over, we will have
a little fun, won't we? Just a little?

I can't help it. It's the vibrator.
Just look, honey

Maybe you'd rather have it here.

Oh, really, Miss Applegate!

I don't know how much influence
I have with your employers,

but I've been their good customer for quite
a number of years and so has my wife,

and I may have to report this.

That would mean
Yes, I know what that means. The boot.

When you're making your squawk, tell them
to pick this up with the rest of their junk.

What's all the excitement?
No excitement. I'm just bored.

Bored?

I take a two-weeks course, learn all about
hair and the circulation of the blood.

I have to hock my things to join the union,
and what do I get?

An invitation to slip out of my wet coat
into a dry martini!

Well, by George, I think I will.

Well, now, that's the spirit, Miss
Never mind, Mr. Osborne. I'm through.

After one year and 25 jobs in New York,
Susan Applegate is signing off.

Signing off and going right back
where she came from.

Did you ever hear of Stevenson, Iowa?
No, you haven't, Mr. Osborne.

Dull. People there just walk around
on two feet,

and cars have only four wheels,
and the grass is just plain green.

Who wants that? Who wants a fellow
by the name of Will Duffy,

who runs a Feed and Grain store?
Why not look around?

Well, I came and I looked around,
from every angle,

from the bargain basement
to the Ritz Tower.

I got myself stared at,
glanced over, passed by,

slapped around, brushed off,
cuddled up against.

But, Mr. Osborne, in all that wrestling match,
there's one thing they didn't get out of me,

not out of Sue Applegate.

So you've got your self-respect,
but self-respect isn't everything.

Self-respect? Here's what I mean.

Sealed up in this envelope
from the first day I came, $27.50.

Oh, whatever for?
My fare back home.

And if I've missed the train tonight,
I'll take the one tomorrow.

Fine, that's more like it. You can miss
the train tonight and take one tomorrow.

Just a minute, Mr. Osborne,
there's another egg in my case.

Back to Stevenson. You know,
two feet, four wheels, green grass?

I only hope that Will Duffy's still waiting
for me, the plain, honest, slow-witted lug.

You've got your car fare,
but you'll need something for incidentals.

No incidentals, Mr. Osborne.

Going down!

Well, had a nice time, did you?
Just keen.

You know, come Christmas,
maybe I'll buy myself a scalp massage.

Same treatment?
You bet!

Well, why wait till Christmas?

First floor.

'Attention, please.

'North Shore Limited from Chicago
and Detroit now arriving.'

One day, coach, Stevenson, Iowa,
on the 5:55.

Unless you've got something sooner.

You change at Chicago.
With pleasure.

And now for the gala opening.

$27.50, on the nose.

$32.50.

$27.50. I know.

I'm sorry, lady. $32.50.
Do you want the ticket or not?

Listen, if it's $27.50
from Stevenson to New York,

don't tell me it's $32.50 from New York
to Stevenson, it doesn't make sense.

They boosted the rate, lady,
last February.

They did?

Well, that's a fine thing
for a big railroad to do!

Get you to come here for $27.50, and then
when you want to go back, raise the ante.

OK, if that's the way railroads behave,
I'll take a bus.

Good idea, only the bus lines are on strike.
Don't you ever read a paper?

Is this going on all day?
Oh, just a minute.

This is serious.
Haven't you anything cheaper?

I'd just as soon go in the baggage coach.
Sorry. Next.

Well, how far will this take me?
About to Cedar Rapids.

And what would I do in Cedar Rapids?
I'm going to miss my train.

Honest, Miss,
come back when there's a letdown.

Oh.

The limited for Indianapolis.
One ticket for me and two half-fares.

Both children under 12?

Tell him how old you are, Margie.
Nine.

Now you, Wilbur.
No!

Wilbur, tell the man how old you are.
I will not!

Nobody can make me squeal.
I'm a Korn Krinkles secret operator.

Oh, Wilbur!

He's eight. One lower,
and Wilbur insists on an upper.

He wants to play Tarzan.

'Attention, please.
Upstate specials'

You'd like one of those cute
animal-cutout books, wouldn't you, Wilbur?

Paper dolls?
No, they can be quite frightening.

This is what I want, Murder:
A Monthly Line-up. I want Murder!

Mother doesn't think
that's very nice, Wilbur.

You'd like one of those books,
wouldn't you, Margie?

Well, I want Movie Parade. See?
Why I Hate Women by Charles Boyer.

Hey, buddy.

How would you like to make four bits?
I'd like it fine.

OK, then buy me a half-fare ticket
to Stevenson, Iowa.

Papa?

Sure, sure.

Er one half-fare to, er
To, er

Stevenson.
One half-fare to Steveson, Idaho, please.

Stevenson, Iowa, Papa.

Oh, yes, that's right. Stevenson, Iowa.
One half-fare, please.

It's for the kid.
How old are you?

Er twelve next week.

Yeah, we're sending her
to her grandma's for her birthday.

I just love Grandma's with all the moo-cows
and the birds and the little bunny rabbits.

With the big pink ears?

That'll be $16.25.

Now, don't lose this, Annie.
No, Papa.

Train on track 24. Here's your change.
Oh, thank you.

Oh, here's some change to buy
yourself some sandwiches with.

Seventy-five cents? Well, what about
Now, that's all Papa can afford.

Don't argue.
All right, Papa.

Come, my dear. Let's go.

Taking candy from a baby, huh?
You big baboon.

Some baby.

I've met a lot of crumbs in this town,
but of all the crummy crumbs

That's a nice way
to be talking to your papa.

Oh, give the gentleman your ticket.

She's going to her grandma's.

Well, goodbye, er Elsie.

You be sure and write your papa.

I will. Kiss?

Bye, Daddy!

A tisket, a tasket
A green and yellow basket

I wrote a letter to my love

Tickets?
And on the way

Tickets.

I dropped it, I dropped it

Tickets, please.

And on the way, I dropped it

You're not together?
No!

Wrote a letter to my love

And on the way I dropped
Half-fare.

Yes, sir.
Will you kindly stand up?

I wrote

Wrote a letter to my love
All the way up, please.

On the way, I dropped it

How old are you?
Twelve next week.

You're pretty big for 12.

Yes, we all are, my whole family.
Swedish stock.

My brother Olaf is 62',
and he's only in the second grade.

When were you born?

Next week.

What year?

1941 minus 12.

Er 1929.
Looks kind of filled out for 12.

Mama says we have some sort
of gland trouble, too, in the family.

She sent me to a doctor once
in Des Moines, and he said not to worry.

He knew a little five-year-old boy once
who grew a beard.

Maybe I could sit down now, huh?

Wrote a letter to my love
Change at Chicago.

On the way, I dropped it

Tickets, please.

a letter to my love,
On the way, I dropped it

Why, you big gorilla

How old did you say that boy was
that had to shave?

Well, maybe seven.

And you're from Swedish stock, eh?
Yes, sir.

If your people are Swedish,
suppose you say something in Swedish.

I vant to be alone.

Well, kid, enjoying the scenery?

Kind of pretty out here, huh?

Maybe a little chilly, isn't it?

What's the matter? Lost your tongue?

Maybe those Swede glands
make her a little dumb.

No, she isn't dumb.

I'm sure she could tell us how much
two and two is. Come on, now.

Wouldn't you tell us?

Say, kid, when you smoke,
do you inhale?

Let's see that hankie!

Hello?

Hello.
What is it, child?

Oh, nothing.

I'm going
Are you lost?

Yeah. Sort of.

I mean, are you in the right car?
This is car 64.

Oh, is it?
Drawing room G.

Gee.
There's no need to be upset, child.

If you've lost your way,
it's the simplest thing in the world.

You see, they give each car
a different number,

each compartment a different letter.

Like they give streets different names
and houses different numbers,

so people will find out where they belong.

Now, where do you belong?
78 North Elm Street.

No, no, I mean, on the train.

What's the letter in your compartment?

You know the alphabet, don't you?
Of course I know the alphabet.

Good. Now just think hard.

What's the letter
on your mother's compartment?

I'm not with my mother. I'm alone.

Well, then, where's your ticket?

The man took it.
The conductor?

Then we'll have to ring for the conductor.
Oh, no! Please.

Don't be foolish, child.

When you get lost in the big city,
what do you do?

You try and find a nice, kind policeman
and ask him to help you, don't you?

But I don't need him.
I know where I belong.

I belong up in the day coach.

Only I don't want to sit
up in the day coach.

It makes me feel sicky here.

So they gave you some money to get
yourself supper, and what did you buy?

A bottle of pop?
Some chocolate-covered marshmallows?

A bag of peanuts maybe?
And some little lemon drops.

And then everything started going
round and round inside.

Maybe this way.

So I thought maybe if I could find
someplace where there wasn't anybody,

maybe I could lie down a little bit.

Only the train's all full, I guess.

It certainly is.

Maybe if I held your head.

Oh, no, thank you.
It's just when I sit up or stand up.

Well, then, lie down, child, quick. Come.

Oh, thank you,
but this is your bed, isn't it?

Oh, that's all right.
I have an upper here.

I'll ring for the porter to make it up.
Oh, no, no!

Why not?
No, er

Well, I'll only stay five minutes, maybe.
Oh, nonsense. You're gonna sleep here.

How far are you going?
Stevenson, Iowa.

Well, you're all set for tonight anyway.
I get off at High Creek, Indiana.

Oh, please don't ring for the porter.

Now, why, child?

Because the porter will tell
the conductor,

and I'm scared of the conductor.

Now, why?

Because he's got long yellow teeth
and little bitsy eyes

and hands like a spider
with big black fur on them.

He's probably got a heart of gold.

The first time I saw him was in Africa

and then in an airplane
and then in the wizard's palace.

And every time I have a bad dream,
I still see the same

Now, look, don't get so excited.

Tell me, child, what is your name?
Susan.

Only they call me Su-Su.

All right, Su-Su, now don't you worry
about the porter anymore.

I'll make up the upper myself.

Oh, well, maybe, er

Maybe I better go
back to the day coach.

Why?
Well

Er you're very kind,
but, well, my mother told me that

Well, you see,
you are a strange gentleman.

Yes, well, we can soon fix that.

My name is Kirby.
Major Philip Kirby, United States Army.

Major? Like Major Bowes?

Well, just about.

You see, I'm assigned
as an instructor to a military institute.

Teaching the young to shoot.
Well, I'm glad to meet you.

How do you do?
How do you do?

That's all cleared up. It's just like traveling
with your grandfather or your uncle.

Now to bed.
Oh, just a minute, Major.

Oh, no, no, Su-Su,
please don't call me Major.

Call me Uncle Philip, hmm?

Do you have a nightie with you?

Yes, Uncle Philip.

Well, then suppose you go in there
and get changed.

Do you really think so?
Why, sure.

And just sing out
if you have any trouble with your buttons.

Oh, I haven't had any button trouble
for a long, long time.

Anything wrong? Stomach again?

How do you feel, Su-Su?

So-so.

Ouch!

Ouch!

I'm sorry.

Who's sorry?
I'm sorry.

Oh, hello, Su-Su.
All right down there?

Well, it's just the lightning.
It woke me up.

Just a minute.

Oof!
What are you doing?

Fix that curtain for you.
Well, just a minute, um

Um
Oh, blast the dog-blasted contraption!

Of all the impractical, unworkable
Ouch!

I'm sorry, Su-Su.
That's all right.

You shouldn't be afraid
of thunder and lightning.

I'm not.
Of course you are. Every youngster is.

I was at your age.

Every time there was a storm at night,
I used to crawl in with my Aunt Jenny.

Remember, I'm only your niece.

Uh-oh, this is gonna be a bad one.

Hold on tight. Right here
on Uncle's shoulder. That's better.

I wish you'd believe
that I'm not a bit afraid.

Yes, you are. I can tell by your voice.
Oh, please!

You're in an absolute panic, child.

Don't you know
what causes thunder and lightning?

Electricity.

Why, nonsense! It's those dwarfs
doing a little bowling up there.

Little red-cheeked fellows with beards,
having a good time.

Are you sure?

Hear that ball roll? That was a strike.
All ten pins. That's all it is.

What about lightning?
Lightning?

Well that's when they light
their pipes.

One of them must've set fire
to his beard.

That's the girl.

Well, suppose we start
putting you back to sleep, hmm?

If you please.

Pretty soon, those dwarfs
are gonna start back home,

climbing over a big white fence.

There goes one now! You see him?

Yeah, but he's a little blurry.

Well, if you look too hard,
you can't see them at all.

There goes another one and another.

Five dwarfs, six dwarfs
You're cheating.

The fifth one never got over
because he caught his pants on a picket.

Alright, so the sixth one helped him
and they're both over.

Seven dwarfs.
Seven dwarfs.

Eight dwarfs.
Eight dwarfs.

Nine dwarfs.
Nine dwarfs.

Ten dwarfs.

Twenty dwarfs.

Twenty-one dwarfs.

A hundred dwarfs.

A hundred and thirty dwarfs.

A hundred
and thirty-one dwarfs.

Good morning, there.
Good morning. Kind of splashy still.

Will the New York train be on time?

Sure won't.
It's stuck right outside of Brownsville.

Oh, poor Philip.

Confounded inefficient
communication system! What is it now?

Oh, it's that bridge over the river.
And the railroad raised it 5 feet last year.

Should've raised it ten!
How about the turnpike? Is that clear?

Milk truck made it alright.
Good.

Now, Pamela,
we're not going to plow

through 20 miles of water,
Philip or no Philip!

Oh, Father, don't be tiresome. We can't
leave him on that train all by himself.

Thank the Lord, in my day,
young women had more reserve

Good morning, Uncle Philip.
Good morning, Su-Su.

What are you doing,
conducting an orchestra or something?

Just a bum eye. I give it
a ten-minute workout twice a day.

I wondered about your eyes.
You mean, they're crossed?

Oh, no.

I wouldn't mind that.

As far as regulations are concerned,
that wouldn't disable me.

I just spent a week in Washington
trying to get back into active service.

We in a station or something?
No, train's being held up.

Held up?
Oh, no cause for alarm.

Just a little water over a bridge.
Oh I'm kind of glad.

We're liable to be stuck here
for quite some time.

That's what I mean.
Then you can't get off so soon.

Why, you sweet child!

I'm going to get you some breakfast.
What do you want?

Just some coffee.
Coffee

Coffee?
They don't let you have coffee?

Well, just a few drops in a big glass
of milk. I call it coffee.

Ah! And some nice cereal, huh?

I'm gonna ask them in the club car
if they have a Parcheesi board.

Then we can play until the train
goes again, until I get off, OK?

Well, about that Parcheesi
Rather make it checkers?

After breakfast, I'd rather talk.

There's something I'd like to explain.
What?

Maybe I better get dressed first.

You know, Su-Su,
you're a very peculiar child.

You bet I am.

Conductor, I'm looking for Major Kirby.

Major Philip Kirby? He's on the train.

Kirby? Killian, King, Kilkallen
Kirby: drawing room G, car 64.

Right there, ma'am.
Thank you.

Ooh!

Philip?

Philip? Philip boy!

Philip

Guess who came to rescue you.

You can't get him up,
You can't get him up

You can't get him up in the morning

Oh!

Oh I'm terribly sorry.

I beg your pardon.
I must be in the wrong drawing room

Or am I?
Or are you?

Shh!

Quiet. The conductor's
not supposed to know.

Nor, I imagine, am I! Oh!

Why, Pamela, hello!
How did you get on this train?

I was worried about you,
Philip, darling,

so I drove 27 miles
over suicidal roads

to find out how my poor lonely Philip
occupied himself on his trip home.

What are you talking about?

I happen to have been in your
drawing room and seen that woman!

Pamela
Don't stand there looking innocent!

How cheap! How loathsome!

And on your way back
to see your fiancée!

But, Pamela, this is insane.
This is utterly

Yes, utterly, utterly!

Anything wrong, Uncle Philip?

Yeah, a little nosebleed maybe.

Here's your milk, Su-Su.
Thank you.

That lady that was just in here,
is she your wife?

Cos she banged my nose?
No, she isn't.

Good. I mean, I know what's good
for a nosebleed.

Oh, never mind, Su-Su.
This is what my mother does.

Unbutton your collar.

Something cold down your back,
that'll stop it.

This is all so silly!
My fault, isn't it?

Oh, don't worry about it, Su-Su.
It'll straighten out.

Now, lean forward a little.
This may be a little chilly.

No!

I feel contaminated.
Absolutely contaminated!

You're hysterical, Pamela.
I don't believe it, not about Philip Kirby.

There!

Now, do you believe me, Father?

Laughing! Laughing at us!

He laughs last who laughs best
who laughs first

Or whatever the confounded proverb is!
I'll show him.

Jiminy Christmas! Holy mackerel!
Who was that?

Just my Commanding Officer,
head of the institute.

I was in hot water before,
but now it's boiling oil!

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Listen, Su-Su.

I've gotta ask you a terrific favor.
What?

But it's too idiotic. But you'd have to wait
anyway till the trains can go again.

Well, what do you want me to do?

I'll have to ask you
to come along with me.

Come along with you?
To clear this thing up.

Don't you see? The Colonel must be
absolutely convinced that I

Well, you couldn't possibly
understand it, Su-Su.

You mean, I'm too young?
Yes, it's a sort of grown-up foolishness.

Just accept it and don't ask questions.
Will you do it for me, please?

Oh, I'd love to. I like to be with you.
I mean, you've been so nice to me.

Bless your heart, child.
Now, about your parents

There's just my mother.

Well, I'll send her a telegram
that'll absolutely put her at ease.

What kind?
Well, how about, er

Met your daughter on train
and looked out for her last night?

Stop.
Stop.

As we cannot proceed
on account of high water

am taking her home with me.
Stop!

Stop. Don't worry. Signed, Kirby.
Will that fix it?

That'll certainly fix Mother.

Major Kirby, a fine major

acting like a travelling salesman,

coming back from a convention
of drunken drummers!

I understood he went to Washington
to get into more active service.

More active indeed!

I trust Major Kirby will resign
without protest.

Resign? Do you think I'll permit him
the honor of resigning?

I intend to see that he's kicked out,
with my own foot.

Oh, I don't want an open scandal, Father.
Surely that must be avoided.

We must think of the Wallace Institute.
Did he?

A man in his position whose first duty
was to set an example

of discipline and decency?

To 300 young people.

May I?
The first batch of wedding invitations.

The top five I think should go airmail
to Major Kirby's relatives in Oregon.

Put them there, Bertha, and get out.
I'm so sorry.

Colonel Oliver Slater Hill requests
the honor of your presence

at the marriage
of his daughter Pamela.

You don't have to aim point blank
at my heart, Father. Not point blank!

Good morning, gentlemen.

Pamela, my dear.

Well, how very convenient to find you
all together. How goes the autopsy?

Major Kirby, you'll go immediately
to your quarters

and wait there
until you receive my summons.

Shall I take the woman in question
along with me?

Father!
You brought her here?

Why, yes, I want you all to meet her.
You'll be as crazy about her as I am.

He's drunk, Father. He must be.

Major Kirby,
how long have you known this woman?

Oh, I met her last night.

She got into my compartment,
and I succumbed to her charms.

Major Kirby

Pamela, leave this room.
I will not!

Captain Durand, I want a record of this.
His sanity will have to be investigated.

And now if you can brace yourselves
to meet this woman of Babylon, I'll, er

I forbid you, Kirby! I forbid you!

Come in, Su-Su.

Oh, there are lots of people.
Uncle Philip!

No, don't be afraid, child.
It's quite alright.

They're very nice people.
Members of the faculty.

Except, of course, for the lady,
who is Miss Pamela Hill.

This is Su-Su Applegate, who is 12.

What a happy solution!

You know, you're to blame for this,
Pamela Hill.

Faulty reconnaissance work.
That's what it was, faulty reconnaissance!

Oh, Philip, you adorable man!

How utterly beguiling.
Miss Hill is my fiancée.

Do you know what that word means?

Will one of you gentleman
with less chalky deposit

retrieve those invitations
for their wedding?

Can I go home now, Uncle Philip?
Home? All alone?

All the way to Iowa and with the railroads
underwater and that stomach of yours?

I should say not.
But it'll be alright now.

I'm telegraphing your mother.
We've got to make some arrangement.

Please don't keep telegraphing
my mother.

And did you say the child
was going to Iowa?

Yes.
Listen, I've gotta get home.

I'm way behind in my homework, and
My teeth!

The dentist has gotta put the braces back.
I never saw straighter teeth.

Well, they won't be if I let them go.

Will you let me make a suggestion?

I'm going to Des Moines on Sunday
to open a memorial chapel.

And you'll take Su-Su with you?
Why, of course.

But that'll be too long!
You see, my piano teacher

I'm just beginning
my three-finger exercises.

You're going to stay at our house,
lambkin.

I've got a little sister just your age.
But Sunday is three days!

It'll be three days
you'll remember all your life.

I owe you something nice.
You don't owe me anything, Uncle Philip.

Su-Su, this is a treat that
doesn't come to one girl in a million.

Does it have to come to me?
Listen, Su-Su, you like boys, don't you?

What boys?
Nice boys.

Can you dance?
A little.

Come here. Come on.

Just step out here

Column left, march!

To rear, march!

Sergeant Hatch?

Line them up below, will you?
Yes, sir.

Column right, march!

Company!
Platoon!

Halt!

There you are, Su-Su.
How's that?

Three hundred of them,
and all of them yours.

Mine?

Company!
Platoon!

Halt!

Company!
Platoon!

Halt!
Halt!

Gentlemen, I want you to meet
Miss Su-Su Applegate,

who's going to be your guest
for a few days.

Present arms!

Whoo-whoo!

This is General Wallace, Su-Su,
after whom the institute was named.

The boys throw pennies into his hat
for good luck before examinations.

You know, Annapolis stuff?
I see, Uncle Philip.

This Uncle Philip makes you sound

as though you wear a gold watch chain
across a large stomach.

That's Company C barracks over there.

I'm dying to hear what happened
in Washington. Do you mind, Su-Su?

Oh, I made a pest of myself
running back and forth and back again

from one department to another.
They just couldn't see it my way.

You're awfully useful here, darling.
Oh, a man of 80 could fill my job.

Why don't they send me to Trinidad
or the Canal Zone or Iceland, anywhere?

Well, why not worry about that
when and if there is a war?

Where did you say I'm gonna stay?
At our house.

Now, Philip, why don't you put
the whole thing out of your mind?

You've done your utmost.
Not yet, I haven't.

The day I left Washington,
I ran into Lieutenant Colonel McWerther.

Cornelia McWerther's husband?
Yes.

Only he's on the general staff now,
but he used to teach at Culver.

He knows what it feels like
to sit teaching military ABCs

to a bunch of kids in a town like this.

He can be of great help.
Can he?

I knew Cornelia quite well.
I might drop her a line.

Swell.

And if you get this transfer,
I go with you wherever you go.

Iceland, Trinidad
Regulations permitting, darling.

Oh, my suitcase!
What happened to my suitcase?

Oh, I had it sent over, Su-Su.
It's in your room by now.

I mean, the room you're sharing
with my sister. Come on.

Lucy!

Lucy!

Lucy!
Yes, Pam.

Oh, Lucy, this is Su-Su Applegate,
a friend of Philip's. She's staying with you.

I know.

Run along, child.
Lucy will show you everything.

See you later, Su-Su.

The first wedding presents have arrived.

We'll always have plenty of pickle forks.
Oh, good.

Hello, Lucy.

Hello, you.

I met Major Kirby on the train.
I was awfully sick.

I heard you the first time.
You did?

From the third shelf
in the supply closet,

you can hear everything that happens
in the conference room and see most of it.

Oh, that's naughty.

In there.

Oh, what a lovely room!

Goldfishes!

Look at the ones
with the flopsy-wopsy tails.

And the one sticking his nose up,
he wants his din-din.

Oh, get up and stop that baby talk,
will you?

You're not twelve
just because you're acting like six.

How old are you, anyway?
Twenty or twenty-five or what?

Why, Lucy,
that's a funny thing to say.

Is it? Maybe you can bluff
the grown-ups. You can't bluff me.

Bluff? What do you mean, bluff?

That is what I mean.

Oh, the suitcase.
Well, that belongs to my aunt.

You see, I was taking it
Save your breath.

See all those books?
Biology. All biology.

I'm a scientist. I'm going to be
somebody like Madame Curie.

Uh-huh labial folds are too deep.

Gastrocnemius is too well developed.

Adolescent adiposity, or baby fat,
has disappeared.

Look at mine.

OK, Madame Curie.

But since you're so smart,
why'd you have to pry open my suitcase?

Hypotheses have to be checked
and double-checked.

At least, I don't have to play
Baby Snooks anymore.

Not with me, you don't.

Lucy! Lucy!

Will you keep your mouth shut
for a dollar?

Listen, I had to get home,
and all I could manage was half-fare.

Two dollars?
I don't want your money.

Lucy?
In here, Pam.

Among the wedding presents was
a crystal bowl from old Mrs. Collins.

It's on my table.

Oh, Lucy, what in heaven's name?

I isolated a tadpole
for observation purposes.

It's not losing its tail properly.

I want that bowl downstairs
in five minutes, clean and shining!

Well, how are you children
getting on together?

Fine.

You're lunching
at the officers' mess, Su-Su.

You'll find it too beguiling.

Is there anything you want pressed?

She's going to wear some of my clothes.
Why?

She had a fountain pen in her suitcase,
and there's ink all over everything.

Oh, glory.

Well, I'm glad you two
are getting on so nicely.

Does this room always
have to smell of sulphuric acid?

I'll get you a blue-and-white number.

It looks awful on me
but I guess it'll do for lunch.

Why didn't you tell your sister?
Because she's a stinker.

Lock that door.

Smoke?

Thanks.
If you'll excuse me, I won't join you.

I find adolescence makes you
nervous enough.

Say, is there a back gate to this school
or a service entrance or something?

What for?

I'm getting out of here
as fast as I can.

Oh, no, you're not.

I'm not? What is this,
a house of detention?

You're going to help me
prevent a crime.

A what?

The systematic destruction
of a human being.

What are you talking about?

Philip Kirby.

He hates his job here. He's dying
to get transferred to active service.

But Pamela is seeing to it
that he'll never get it. Never.

Now, now. I heard her say
she was willing to follow him

to Iceland, Trinidad, or any place
he happened to be stationed.

Bah! I suppose that's why she moved
heaven and earth in Washington

to see he didn't get transferred,

writing to people behind his back
to say he's indispensable here.

Pamela's picked out the husband
she wants,

and she wants him right here
at Wallace Military.

Nice, cozy and beguiling.

Philip Kirby may have a bum eye,
but he's not stone blind.

My dear child,
love is a very astigmatic condition.

What do you expect me to do?
Help.

I haven't any pull in the war department.

I knew a Washington senator once
that played third base.

Listen, now that there's the two of us,
it's going to be a lot easier.

No, sirree.

I got him into trouble, I got him out
of trouble, and now I'm beating it.

You and I could work
a pincer movement.

Forget it.
Things are too involved for me.

I'm taking the back gate.

Yes?
I'm reporting to Miss Applegate.

Just a minute.
What do I do with this?

Yes?
Miss Applegate?

Yes?

The Cadet Adjutant regrets he cannot
have luncheon with Miss Applegate.

The who?
The Cadet Adjutant.

Oh, well, that's too bad.

There was some discussion about
which cadet officer has precedence.

It was finally decided by drawing lots.

Oh, you didn't have to go to all that
trouble. You see, I have other plans

The winner was Cadet Lieutenant
Anthony Wigton Jr. of Company D.

Well, you can just explain
to the Cadet Lieutenant

May I assure Miss Applegate she will
find Cadet Lieutenant Anthony Wigton Jr.

a very amusing escort
and plenty good-looking, too?

Do I have to?

Alright, when'll he be here?

I am Cadet Lieutenant
Anthony Wigton Jr.

At 7:00 this Saturday, the quarterly
dance will be held in the mess hall.

Attention, corps of cadets.
New schedule of laundry formations.

A Company, 7:30 a.m.
B Company, 7:40 a.m.

C Company, 7:50 a.m.

D Company,
immediately following a.m. drill recall.

All members of the Glee Club
take notice.

Practice periods,
Thursday, Friday and Saturday

between 1:00 and 2:00 p.m.

The finals in company drill competition will
be held Friday during p.m. drill period.

The lightweight baseball team is scheduled
to play the High Creek Parochial School

on Kimball Field
this Saturday at 2:15.

Battalion, take seats!

At ease!

Is this to work up an appetite
or something?

Discipline.

Miss Applegate, may I introduce
Cadet Adjutant Babcock?

How do you do?

Cadet Captain Osborne.
How do you do?

Cadet Captain Shumaker.
How do you do?

Cadet Lieutenant Miller.
How do you do?

Now, as I was saying
I told her we were all washed up.

She sent me three or four letters,
but I didn't answer them.

That was kind of heartless, wasn't it?

Heck! She kept spelling adore
with two d's.

Well, maybe you should've sent her
a dictionary.

Miss Applegate, you have no idea
how forward women get with a man

once he's wearing a uniform.

Is this your glass or mine?
Yours.

You mad at me or something?
Nope.

What's the matter with him?
Ethics. This is my time.

He gets you at 2:00.
Shumaker, 3:00 to 4:00,

Cadet Adjutant Babcock, 4:00 to 5:00,
Cadet Lieutenant Miller, 5:00 to 6:00.

Good glory, booked solid.

To tell you the truth, Miss Applegate,

I always felt that the Maginot Line
was all wet.

Well, kind of damp, anyway.

The first lesson to be derived
from this present war is the futility

Is this something of General Wallace's?
Appomattox, 1865.

Oh
Shall we sit?

As I was saying, the first lesson
to be derived from this present war

is the futility of a stationary defense.

You're not just mulling over yesterday's
lessons, are you, Lieutenant Wigton?

Please! You want to know
how Sedan was taken?

How?

This is Sedan, the weak point
between the big Maginot Line

and the little Maginot Line.

Now, a flank of the German army
swung around

through the Netherlands and Belgium.

Then a Panzer division
smacked right through here

Why, you little devil!

Hot stuff, huh?
Then, of course, they took Paris.

I've got about two more minutes.
You wanna see how they took Paris?

Oh, no!
Come on. That was only kindergarten.

Paris is a real kiss.
And I've still got a minute!

Let go of me! Let go of me!
Oh, Su-Su.

Ouch!
Oh, don't be such a droop!

If you start moving that German army
again, I'll yell, Lieutenant. I'll yell!

Oh, hello, Uncle Philip.
You playing games?

Oh, we were just down by the cannon.
It's a wonderful cannon. Appomattox.

Where's your escort?
Oh, yes, where is he?

Well, maybe he tripped
on his shoestring, maybe.

Oh, youth, youth.

As someone with a beard once said,
Youth is such a wonderful thing.

It's too bad it has to be wasted
on the young.

Major Kirby.
Miss Applegate, I was looking for you.

Oh, he's from 2:00 to 3:00.
And where are you taking her?

I had a little canoeing in mind, sir.
Oh, sounds like fun.

You wouldn't care
to come along with us?

Oh, you don't have to be polite
to an elderly relative. Run along.

Well, little lady,
where have you been all my life?

Huh?
Miss Applegate, let me look in your eyes.

You know what I see?
What?

Stardust.

Lieutenant, you dazzle me.
Captain.

You know, I ought to be boning up
on my mathematics right now.

Bring me luck, General.
I got a test tomorrow.

Maybe we better forget about the canoe
and run through the multiplication tables.

No! You know, you and I could make
beautiful music together, we two.

Do you make these things up
out of your own head?

Sure do. You see, I'm from New York.
Oh.

Yeah, I've been kicked out
of all the best schools in the East.

And one in Arizona.
Say, you're murder.

Well, let's not talk about me.
Let's talk about something else.

Oh, strategy, for instance.
Fine.

You know, I've got my own theory
about the fall of France.

The first lesson to be derived
from this present war

is the futility of stationary defense.

Now, there was the big Maginot Line
and the little Maginot Line,

and right in between was Sedan.

All I know is the canoe
started to wobble.

You know how it is
if two people try to sit in one seat

I don't think that's very funny.

Well, er Well, the minute
Well, er

Well, the minute the canoe started
to turn over, I jumped into the water.

Four of us did.

She could swim fine.
You wanted me, Philip? Oh.

Yes, it's about Su-Su Applegate.
Thank you very much, Sommerville.

Oh, Philip, you're too beguiling.
She's perfectly alright.

Lucy dried her off, and she was
all dressed and ready for the 4:00 shift.

Well, during the first shift, I happened
to see her and one of the boys

and frankly, I was worried.

For whom? The boy?
No, for her, of course.

You can't suddenly throw
a young girl among 300 cadets

In the merry month of May?

Well, I hate to say it,
but who threw her there?

Pamela, I think you ought to talk to her.

You know
Facts of life? No, thank you, darling.

It's not fair to the kid.

Well, I dare say both Miss Su-Su
and the school will survive until Sunday.

Well, somebody ought to talk to her.
Really, I'd feel a lot more comfortable.

Well, when you felt the urge
to become an uncle,

you should've found
a less inflammatory niece.

I wrote that letter to Cornelia,
by the way.

Goodbye.
Goodbye.

Su-Su?
Yes, Lieutenant Miller?

You know, you're very cruel.

You mean because I'm not
interested in the fall of Paris?

It's so unfair.
Wigton at least got to Sedan.

Oh, Su-Su!

Su-Su, I'd like to, er
have a few words with you.

Why don't you come up for a moment?
Why, I'd love to.

Goodbye, Lieutenant Miller,

and I do love the way
you can wiggle your ears.

Come in.

Hello.
Hello.

Well, Su-Su, er
how do you like it here?

I like it fine.

Did you have a nice time this afternoon?
Awfully nice.

Yes, well, that's what I wanted
to talk to you about. Sit down, Su-Su.

Well, I, er I suppose I should've
spoken about all this before,

but, er kids nowadays
know so much, you know,

Quiz Kids and all that sort of thing.
They know more than I do.

They know about plant life
and the laws of nature.

I naturally took your knowledge
of such things for granted, you see.

What things, Uncle Philip?

Oh, well

Vaguely, boys.
Er boys and girls.

Does your collar hurt you, Uncle Philip?
No, it's just a little tight, that's all.

Where was I?

Boys and girls.
Oh, yes, yes. Well, not exactly.

You see, what I mean is
Have you ever watched moths?

Moths? Like butterflies?
Yes.

Not lately, I haven't.
Yes, well, you know

When you turn on a light on a porch,
and they come at you from all sides,

and they bang their heads against it
and bump their wings.

We have screens on our porch.

Yes, well, you see,
that's what I'm driving at.

Su-Su, a light does attract moths
mysteriously.

Nobody know why it does.
It just does, you see.

All we can do is put up screens
or dim the light.

Well, you can always go inside.
Yes, you can always go

Please, Su-Su, don't throw me off.
What I'm trying to say is, er

You don't want to be a light bulb, do you?

And have moths all flapping at you
and breaking their necks pestering you?

It's never been a particular
ambition of mine.

No.

And so, you su, See-See
I mean, you see, Su-Su

a girl is like a light bulb,
as far as boys are concerned.

That is, if she's pretty.

And with 300 moths in this school,
well, they're all just attracted.

And that's why we say
a girl like you is attractive.

Am I?
Oh, yes, yes.

Very nice eyes
and good, straight legs,

and there's a sort of glow to your hair.

I was watching you in the mess hall
this afternoon.

Were you?
Yes.

That little red head of yours is like
a dandelion in a big meadow of uniforms.

Well, frankly, I felt like cutting classes
and taking the afternoon off

and showing you around myself.

Honest?
Mm-hmm.

I'll tell you something else, too.

One day, you're going to be
a very charming young lady.

When?
Six or seven years.

Then you'll be a general
and come to my graduation?

Mm-hmm.

You know, Su-Su,

when I look at you with just my bum eye,
you look almost grown up.

Like something in a Sunday supplement
with the colors all run together.

Kind of blurry. Not a child anymore.

Oh, it's lovely. It's like a reflection
in the water with the wind blowing.

Su-Su, you're a knockout!

Yes, well, about those moths,

I don't want all the boys in this school
to lose their fool heads.

So if you had a little more
reserve maybe,

if they try to hold your hand
or to kiss you, you

You wouldn't like that,
would you, Su-Su?

No, Uncle Philip.
No.

Maybe if you made yourself
a little less attractive

or bit them or something
No, no, don't bite them.

Perhaps
Perhaps if you took Lucy along.

Of course, Uncle Philip.
Yes.

Well, I think we've about
covered everything,

so why don't you run along
and have a good time, hmm?

Only not too good.

I'll try and be a well-behaved light bulb.

Hello, Luce.
Hello.

That's the doggonedest uncle I ever saw.

What'd you say?
Nothing.

Except now I know what you mean when
you say adolescence makes you nervous.

Did they give you that Maginot Line?
Huh?

The cadets.

Those innocent little Panzer divisions
in sheep's clothing.

The third one had some imagination,
though. He made it Benghazi.

What are you doing?

That's a letter Pamela gave me to mail.
It's got the stickiest glue.

That's a federal offence, baby.
Well, it's too late now.

Mrs. George T. McWerther,
Washington, D.C.

Cornelia, darling,
you beguiling creature.

I know you couldn't be more surprised
to hear from me.

It's been practically a year since I sent you
the recipe for quail stuffed with chestnuts.

Now I'm the one asking you a favor.

Your husband ran into my fiancé
in Washington Here she goes.

Philip is an impetuous soul who insists
that war is impending and he must be in it.

Such nonsense.
The fact is, he's essential here.

I'm appealing to you to prevent
this foolish transfer.

Do be a beguiling angel and see to it
that your husband knows the real facts.

All of them.
So much love, darling. Pamela.

Scorched-earth policy.

What's the matter?

How would you like Pamela to write
Cornelia darling another letter?

Oh?

Or better than that, why can't Pamela
call Cornelia darling on the telephone?

It's an urgent matter, isn't it?
Do you think you could?

Well, I could try.

I always knew you'd help.

I didn't.

Where's the nearest telephone?
Downstairs, but that's not safe.

There's one in the administration building,
but that's not safe either.

They all go through
the school switchboard.

What about the village?
Five miles away.

Holy Toledo.

And those cadets on the switchboard
listen to every word.

Are there cadets on the switchboard?
Taking turns.

Madame Curie, what have you
in the way of an evening dress?

I've got a blue velvet
that shows part of the collar bone.

Well, get it out. And while I'm changing,
you can brew me some perfume.

Hello.

You're not supposed to be in here.
I know.

But I heard your voice over the phone,
I wanted to see how you look.

What's the matter with my voice?
Nothing. I like it.

Hold it

Funny you're saying that. You know,
they kicked me out of the Glee Club.

What's your name?
Korner.

They call me Cozy.

And you're still not supposed
to be in here.

Yes?

This is Colonel Hill.
I'm coming down with a cold.

Get the infirmary and tell them
to send me over some aspirin.

And never say Hold it
to your commanding officer again!

Yes, sir, Colonel Hill.
Right away, sir. I'm sorry, sir.

Cozy, it's just wonderful the way
you work all those buttons and lights.

You must be awfully smart.
I'm up for the Wallace medal.

All those extensions and things.
How do you do it?

And sometimes, maybe you have to put
in a call for way out of town.

That's this end cord right here.
You just plug it in there.

I wish you'd show me how they all work.
Oh, I'd love to.

Maybe if I come over
and sit close to you.

How about next Tuesday at 4:00?

That's when I'm on switchboard duty again.
Not now?

I'm going to be relieved any minute.
But I'll tell you what I'll do

I'll take you over to the canteen
and buy you a cherry pop

even if I am engaged.

Well, I'm certainly not going out
with an engaged man.

Well, maybe it isn't exactly an engagement.
It's more like an understanding.

Cadet Lieutenant Wigton relieving
Cadet Sergeant Korner.

Hello, Lieutenant.

She'll never know anything about it.
She lives in Minneapolis.

That's a very cheap attitude.

Well, I hate to leave
feeling you despise me.

I owe it to the other woman. Here.

Hello? I'll connect you
with the mess hall.

I'm sorry, Captain Durand.
I'm ringing it.

Going to the dance on Saturday?

You bet, but not with you.

Why are you cross with me?
You're very unsatisfactory. Scram.

Hello?
'I'm running a fever, young man!'

This is the second time I've called.

Get the infirmary and tell them
to send that aspirin over at once!

Yes, Colonel Hill.

Infirmary? Infirmary?

Mad on account of what happened
at the cannon?

Hard to get.

Maybe you can play that with a private,
not with a lieutenant. Infirmary!

I'm a good dancer.
Not interested.

Infirmary!
Can you do this?

Can you do this?

Wow!

Adequate.

Hello? Chem lab?

Here you are.

Come on, show me another one.
OK.

One, two, three, four

Da, da, da, da-da, da

Biddly, ba-bop, bi-bop, ba-bee!

Murder!
I wish we had some music.

A radio or phonograph,
Radio or phonograph

I got a portable radio.
You have? You couldn't go get it?

I'm on switchboard duty.
Da-da, doo-di

Well, I can't go into the dormitory,
but I could watch the switchboard.

I don't think so.

I do it all the time in school.
There're not many calls now, are there?

Not many calls now, are there?
Not many

It's my post.

I've got a friend whose sister married
a man in Benny Goodman's band.

That sort of puts me
on to some new routines.

Benny Goodman?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

No calls for cadets after 8:00!

Er give me long distance.

Long distance? This is Wallace Military.
I want to talk to Washington, D.C.

Telephone listed under the name of

Lieutenant Colonel George T. McWerther,
1350 Potomac Street Northwest.

And this is urgent.

Hello? Er what drills are
scheduled for tomorrow?

Well, I'll connect you
with the drill department.

Switchboard! Switchboard!
Who is this?

But I don't want the gymnasium!
What idiot is on the switchboard?

This is not the infirmary.
It's Major Kirby.

This is not the armory.
It's the infirmary.

Hello, Washington?

Is this the residence of
Lieutenant Colonel George T. McWerther?

Well, I have a call for Ms. McWerther
from Miss Pamela Hill.

This is Ms. McWerther?
All right, Miss Hill. Go ahead.

Cornelia, darling, you beguiling creature!

Of course it's Pamela.
I know you couldn't be more surprised.

How long has it been?

Almost a year?

How did my quail recipe turn out?

Isn't that chestnut stuffing
too beguiling?

You did?

A great big party?

The Chief Justice and Morgenthau, too?
I'm sure he asked for more gravy.

Who else? Oh, how beguiling!

Kitchen? I'm not calling the kitchen!

No, this ain't the daily trumpet call.
It's the main gate.

Sorry, this is the daily trumpet call.

Is this the switchboard?

But I don't want Pershing Hall!

After all, this is long distance,
and you don't mind my coming to the point?

Your husband has been an angel

and promised to get my fiancé
a transfer to active service.

I can't tell you how important it is.
He's just disintegrating here.

Do talk to George and talk
and talk and talk until he does it.

Any transfer, Iceland, Trinidad

Of course I love him,
but I want him to be happy.

Alright, so we'll have to postpone
the honeymoon. So what?

May I depend upon you, darling?
It's so terribly, terribly important.

Time's up, darling.
So much beguiling love.

I thought I just had a cold.
I must be delirious.

It's all my fault.
I thought it would be fun.

Fun? Didn't we have a talk
this afternoon?

Oh, the light bulb?

I forgot.
Su-Su, I'm disappointed in you.

Where in blazes is the cadet on duty?
It's all my fault.

Where is he?

Here he comes.

A woman's a two-faced

Where are you going?
To the guardhouse, sir.

Every star above
Knows the one I love

Sweet Sue,
Just you

And the moon up high
Knows the reason why

Sweet Sue,
It's you

No one else it seems
Ever shares my dreams

And without you, dear,
I don't know what I'd do

What's that?

It's your convoy to the dance,
the Guard of Honor.

Sweet Sue,
Just you

Alright, alright!
She'll be down as soon as she's ready.

And stop straining your tonsils
while your voices are changing!

I wish you were coming along, Lucy.

Listen, I wouldn't go
for an articulated skeleton.

Gloves?
It's a must.

A must?

All the cadets must wear them, too,

just as dancing cheek to cheek
is a must-not.

A distance of not less than one foot
from your partner, that's a must.

Newfangled, outlandish steps, must-not.

How many musts and must-nots
are there?

Twenty-three musts
and twenty-four must-nots.

Anything about dancing with the faculty?

It's not a must.

Just so long as it's not a must-not.

Su-Su Applegate! Su-Su Applegate!

Su-Su Applegate!

Well, you better go now, Sue.

Junior wolves are howling.

Well, the bus is here.
The zombies have arrived.

The who?
The girls from Miss Shackleford's school.

We use 'em for women.
Yeah.

We may as well warn you, there's
an epidemic at Miss Shackleford's school.

An epidemic?
Yeah.

They all think
they're Veronica Lake. Look.

As Cadet Adjutant of this school,

I have taken the liberty
of reserving the first dance.

Oh, how lovely.

You'd better call out the riot squad.
Amazing the appeal that kid has.

I shudder to think what she'll be like
when she's older.

She just happens to have something.
It's not her fault.

No? Have you noticed
that she plucks her eyebrows?

Let's not pull her apart.
It's her last evening.

Some very odd reports
have come through

about a jam session with Wigton
at the phone board.

Haven't you forgotten that?
It seems some telephoning went on.

Long-distance telephoning.

Well, maybe she called her mother.
No.

No, not her mother.

Quite a bit more peculiar.
That's all I can say just now.

Good evening, Uncle Philip.

Your dance card filled up
like a hole in the water, didn't it?

Sort of.
Let's see.

I saved one for you.
You did? How?

I held my thumb
over the third waltz. See?

Oh, Su-Su, this is your big night.
You shouldn't waste it on me.

You don't want it?
Alright, but I warn you, I can't reverse.

So I'll get dizzy,
and you'll have to hold me up.

What's that?

Colonel Hill is about
to officially open the ball.

Who's she?
Miss Shackleford.

Pardon me, sir.
Our dance, Miss Applegate.

I tell you, Pop, I've got to have $2.

Now, Clifford, I should think you'd want
to spend the evening with us

when we've come all the way
from New York.

Oh, come on, Pop, the only way
I can get a dance with her now

is by buying one from McDougal,
and he wants $2.

Sure you wouldn't rather buy yourself
a good recording of a Brahms concerto?

Heck, no!
Oh, Clifford.

She must be quite a girl.
Can't wait to meet her.

Must not!

Must not!

Boy, the way you make with the feet,
it's like dancing with a puff of wind.

Must not!

Provincial stuff.

Back home in New York, of course,
I do most of my stepping at the Stork Club.

Look, I've got visiting-parent trouble.
They're just dying to meet you.

But this is the third waltz coming up.
Come on, come on. Come on.

Mom, Dad, meet Su-Su.
We're that away. At least, I am.

Oh, Clifford, that dreadful slang!
How do you do, my dear?

How do you do?
I think I've had the pleasure before.

I don't think you've had the pleasure.

I could swear.
Haven't we met her someplace?

Wait a minute, Dad. I saw her first.
Of course we haven't, Albert.

Well, then I must've sometime
when you weren't around.

Seen her, I mean,
on a bus or a soda fountain.

Maybe you're somebody's daughter.

Oh, I don't know.
I'm of Swedish stock.

I sometimes eat smorgasbord.
Albert, please!

Do you attend Miss Shackleford's school,
my dear?

I'm staying at Colonel Hill's.

Oh, my, this is the third waltz.

Have you been
in New York lately?

I was in Chicago once.
Will you excuse me, please?

If anybody breaks his leg,
I'll take the dance.

OK.

I must have
You haven't, Albert.

I wish you'd be a little more sympathetic.
This is like a crease down my brain.

Uncle Philip!
Oh, hello. I was looking for you.

I thought you'd ditched me
for a younger man.

We missed a whole round.
We did?

Well, easy at first, now.

One, two, three.
One, two, three. One, two

Beg your pardon, sir.
Telegram, Major Kirby.

Sorry.

If this is what I think it is

Washington.
Washington!

How does it sound? Yes or no?
Open it, open it!

Pardon me, Su-Su.

I know I have.

But where was it?
Albert, you haven't.

Oh! Good glory, Philip!

Bless you, Pamela. It came through.
It's in the bag. Don't you see?

What?
The transfer!

And she did it!
This magnificent girl clinched it.

First she wrote a letter, then telephoned
to McWerther's wife to hurry it through.

Let me see that!
I know how much you wanted it, Major.

Well, I'm terribly glad for you, Philip,

but don't you think we should
discuss it a little? It's rather radical.

How about a little damp night air?

Oh, I'm sorry about our dance, Su-Su.
That's all right. And congratulations.

Thanks.
Yes.

Thank you very much, Su-Su.

Albert, your heart isn't in this waltz.
No, my dear, it isn't.

Why don't we sit down?
This thing is driving me crazy.

Pam, it's as if a great big stone had
rolled right off my heart. Kerplunk!

And right on mine. Kerplunk.
Oh, not really.

There was a little matter
of our wedding plans, remember?

I didn't forget that.
Did you read that telegram?

Report to Washington
within one week.

So we cancel the elaborate plans,
get a license in the morning,

and Reverend Doyle marries us
around noon.

We could even have a couple of days'
honeymoon in Hot Springs.

Everything a little condensed
as in the Reader's Digest. No thanks.

But what the deuce, Pam! Didn't you
want me to get it? Didn't you help me?

Oh, I know. I'm unreasonable.
I should love it.

A fire-alarm wedding,
then my life postponed indefinitely,

put away in mothballs
like a plush curtain.

A war widow with no war in sight. No.
No, it's too idiotic, Philip.

But this doesn't make sense.
You went to very special trouble

If I did, it was a mistake!
And I'm perfectly sure it isn't too late

Oh, yes, it is. My decision is made.

If you want to change yours
as far as we two are concerned, well

Is that an ultimatum, Philip?
Look, Pam

Cadet Osborne?
Yes, sir?

This your dance?
No, sir.

Well, it's mine.

One, two, three. One, two, three.
One, two, three

Why, I'm magnificent!
I've just been through an experience

I thought would break my back
and weigh me down like lead,

but look at me, I'm filled with helium,
I've got an aluminum heart!

Well, you just reversed.
Hmm? Why, so I did!

Oh, if Miss Parrott could only
see me now.

Miss who?
Miss Jean Parrot, my dancing teacher.

I was 12, and she was 40.
I had a terrific crush on her.

That's an awkward situation.

Ah, the poetry of Miss Parrott's feet
demonstrating the tango.

As I remember, she had one fallen arch.

From the traffic, I imagine.

When the course was over,
after the very last lesson,

we were supposed to shake her hand
and bow from the waist and say thank you.

I waited to be the very last,
and then I kissed her, smack on the lips.

You know what happened?
Her other arch dropped.

I fainted.

Er just a moment, honey.

I beg your pardon, Miss Hill.
Yes, Mr. Osborne?

Would you mind just a moment, please?

This is just idle curiosity,
but that little girl in pink

dancing with Major Kirby,
is she really your houseguest?

Little Su-Su Applegate? Yes, she is.

Why, I just had a crazy idea there
for a moment

that she was a little bit of fluff
from a scalp-massage place in New York,

named Susan Appleg

What did you say, Mr. Osborne?

Er well, I was just saying, er

What did I say?

Milk, root beer, ginger ale?
Ginger ale.

Ginger ale!
Yes, sir.

Looks more like champagne.

To you, Su-Su. To all my crushes.

Seems I'm always off schedule
20 or 30 years.

Nice if there was some kind
of age machine,

you know, with different buttons
for different ages.

Press one and you're 40,
just right for Miss Parrott.

Is there a button labelled Going on 15?
Or how old is Cadet Wigton?

Uncle Philip, this is my last evening here,
and there are so many things

I mean, there's one very important thing
ever since I got on the train

Pardon me.
It's my dance, Miss Applegate.

Oh, just a minute, please.

Do you suppose that
when this ball is over at 10:30,

I could have a few minutes
with you alone, maybe right here?

The Guard of Honor has to take me home,
but I could sort of sneak back.

Secret, Su-Su?
Please, Uncle Philip.

Su-Su, all I have is one little piece
of a dance.

Very well. 10:45 in this identical spot.

You don't have to have any scruples
about Mildred now, Su-Su.

I wrote a letter to Minneapolis last night
breaking off everything.

Now I've told you everything, I do hope
you won't say anything to my wife.

Not that I have anything to conceal,

but I just don't want to have her
worry about my hair.

Mr. Osborne, I assure you
the whole situation will be treated

with the utmost discretion.

Well

Sure you don't want a nightcap, Su-Su?
Hot cocoa, maybe?

Oh, no, thanks, really.
It's late, and I'm on the wagon.

Goodnight, gentlemen.
Goodnight!

How was the dance?

He's got it!
It came from Washington!

It did?

Sue, what are you doing?
Getting a dress, a dreamy dress.

With some high-heeled slippers
and bright-red lip rouge.

Are you crazy?
Maybe.

I hope he doesn't hate me
when he sees me as I really am.

What's worse,
he may laugh or even faint.

Or he might say, You liar,
why didn't you tell me in the first place?

Well, it's better to tell him
in the second place than not at all.

Would you mind being a little clearer?
Where are you going?

Back to where the dance was.
Shh!

Pamela?

What are you doing?
Putting out the light.

You ought to be asleep,
and Su-Su, too.

Goodnight.
Goodnight.

Well, how is that, Madame Curie?

It's not a word I like to use,
but that dress is super.

$200.
Two hundred?

Only if you model them, you can buy them
for $30 at the end of the season.

Well, here goes.
Be careful of the fourth step. It squeaks.

If they don't hear my heart,
they won't hear anything.

Major Kirby?

Major Kirby?
Hello, Miss Applegate.

I thought it wise to postpone
your appointment with Major Kirby.

Little Su-Su's stomach is upset again.

You see, this time,
it was I who did the telephoning.

Come here.

Maybe we'd better have a little talk.

At your disposal, Miss Hill.

Quite a lightning change. Let me see.

Not bad, now that your finger
is out of your mouth.

Let's drop the cat-and-mouse stuff,
Miss Hill. I make a very bad mouse.

All right, Miss Applegate.

First, you thought it necessary
to take over my fiancé's career,

and now you're trying
to take over my fiancé.

You don't love him.
Leave that to me.

The alternatives are very simple.

Either you get out of here
exactly as you came,

as little Su-Su Applegate, understand,
with never a word to him or anyone else,

or there's going to be
an extremely nasty scandal

with somebody cashiered
out of the service.

Somebody rather useful.

Thank you for putting it
on such a patriotic basis.

There's a train tonight,
at 11:40 to be exact.

Let us say your mother arrived very agitated
and took you away in a great hurry.

No time for any goodbyes.
Any further orders?

Just pack your things and go,

taking good care that nobody sees you
crossing the campus.

That's a rather foolish costume
for a child of 12.

You should be very glad I'm not 12.

I was a very straightforward child.
I used to spit.

Sue?

What is it, Sue?

What did he say?

I didn't see him. I'm leaving.

But, Sue, what is it?
You've got to tell me what happened.

Pamela happened.

She can't do a thing to you.

No, not to me,
but there are regulations.

Don't be so mysterious, Sue.
I want to help you.

Don't you see?
You're much more my sister than Pamela.

You can help me, darling.
How?

By not telling him about me ever.

Promise, Lucy. Promise.

I promise.

Lucy?

Lucy!

I saw your light go on.
She isn't worse?

She's alright.
Can I talk to her?

Here.

Hello, Uncle Philip.

That's a nice thing, standing me up
for a little stomach ache.

I'm sorry, Uncle Philip.

You better be well by tomorrow.
We're gonna have our date.

Are we?

You and the chaplain don't leave
until after lunch.

I've cleared my desk of everything.
The morning's entirely ours.

Thank you, Uncle Philip.

The student body may revolt,
but what the deuce!

It's not often a boy my age gets a smile
from someone whizzing by on a kiddie car.

I'd love it.

I'll call for you bright and early.
Well, early, anyway.

Goodnight.

Goodbye Uncle Philip.

Now, you see? You can't go.
You've got to help me pack, Luce.

Oh, Sue.

You know, General Wallace
owes me 51 cents.

Why, Will Duffy, have you taken leave
of your senses?

Maybe I have,
and maybe your daughter has.

First, she writes from New York
that she's coming home to marry me.

Then come a lot of screwy telegrams.
Then she arrives three days late.

Then when I try to talk to her, she lies
on that hammock, staring at that light!

By the hour! By the week!

Well, she can go to Tophet! That's where
she can go, to brimstone Tophet!

My hat. Where's my hat?

I'm sorry, Will.

How do you like that,
butting in on your privacy?

Never heard of such a thing.

Your life is yours to do with as you please,
and it's nobody's business.

Just the same what did happen
between New York and Stevenson?

I went to a masquerade, darling.

For three days?

Not now, Mother.
Don't ask any more questions, please.

Telephone!

Just Will Duffy from the corner drugstore
calling to apologize. Should, too!

I'm not angry, Will.
I'm the one who ought to apologize.

Hello.

Who?

Su-Su?

Su-Su Applegate?
Well, who's calling?

My name is Kirby, Major Kirby.

Is this Mrs. Applegate's number?
To whom am I speaking?

Well, er I am Mrs. Applegate.

Yes, Major Kirby. My daughter has
told me about you, Major Kirby.

Well, may I speak to her?
I'm terribly sorry, but she's at school.

Yes, it is a little late for school,

but it's a school play they're giving,
Six Who Pass While the Lentils Boil.

But if there's any message
or anything like that

Where?
Where are you calling from?

From the station
right here in Stevenson.

Yes, I'm on my way to the West Coast,
and I stopped to see Su-Su

and deliver something
a friend of hers sent.

Yes, I have an hour between trains.
May I come out?

Well, I don't know
This is rather awkward.

The house is all upside down,

and I'm right in the middle
of my busy season. Strawberries, you know.

Well, strawberries or no strawberries,

I'm here and I shan't leave
without meeting you, Mrs. Applegate.

Sorry, I'm going to jump
into the local taxicab.

What was that address again?
78 North Elm Street.

What in the world, Susan? I couldn't
understand a word you were saying.

Mother now, listen
very, very carefully.

A man is coming here, a Major.

He's going to ask you a lot of questions
about your little daughter.

What little daughter?
You have a little daughter.

What are you talking about?
I've been a widow for 18 years.

Mother, this is just something
that happened on a train.

On a train? To me?
No, to me.

Susan!
We all came from Sweden.

Are you crazy?
No, it's just a little gland trouble.

Now, we're all very tall
I'm going to call Dr. Taylor.

No, Mother, it's got something
to do with Washington.

Now, don't try to understand,
just do as I say,

cos there's gonna be an awful mess
if you don't.

Susan, if you'll just try
to explain slowly and clearly.

Yes, well
you see, it happened this way

Oh, I give up. You're going to be
a grandmother. I'll be the mother.

Have you been married?
Of course not!

Susan Kathleen Applegate!

Darling, he'll be here any minute!
Who?

The man, of course! Now, don't you think
you better go up to your room? Go on.

Up to the attic to find
your grandfather's horsewhip!

Good evening.

Good evening, Major Kirby.
Won't you come in?

Thank you.
I am Mrs. Applegate.

That's amazing.

On the way over, I kept wondering how
Su-Su's mother would look, small or tall.

You see, maybe Su-Su
took after her father.

Su-Su has her father's nose.

Perhaps.

But the eyes, the expression
why, it's amazing.

The way my daughter described you,

I thought you looked rather more
like General Pershing, only 8 feet tall.

Won't you sit down?

Er yes, thank you.

What in heaven's name is that?

Oh, that's a present from little Lucy Hill.

It's a
She and Su-Su became great friends.

Yes, I know.

It was a tadpole then, but Lucy insisted
that I stop by and deliver it personally.

Gave my word of honor as though it were
the Koh-I-Noor diamond and not just a frog.

How very kind of you.
Don't mention it. I wanted to stop anyway.

You don't know how fond I became
of your daughter.

Did you?
Oh, yes.

What a wonderful kid.

Those three days she spent with us,
it seemed as if

well, as if spring had enrolled
at Wallace Military.

Everything came alive from
the youngest cadet to the oldest cannon!

Yes, I heard about that young cadet
and that old cannon.

Oh? Well, we were all very sad
when you had to take her away so abruptly.

So you're going west, Major Kirby?
Yes, San Diego for embarkation.

Going far?
Overseas.

My daughter also told me about
Tell me, Major, how was the wedding?

Wedding? Oh, magnificent.

Arches of steel, blizzards of rice,
and the Colonel as gay as a goat.

I see.

Couldn't I offer you a sandwich,
Major Kirby, or perhaps a cup of tea?

No, I'll have exactly one strawberry,
if you don't mind.

Su-Su will be heartbroken to learn
that you were here and couldn't see her.

Yes, I'm sorry, too, but my train leaves
in exactly 42 minutes, and, well

But will you tell her
that everybody sent their love?

Lucy, Colonel Hill,
Cadet Wigton, Cadet

Oh, just say Companies A, B, C and D.

And Mrs. Kirby?
Mrs. who?

Your wife?

Oh, Pamela!
Oh, she didn't marry me.

But that wedding
you were just talking about?

Well, you see, Pamela avoided
making a great mistake.

She married somebody much more stable,
Anthony Wigton Sr.,

the father of Cadet Wigton, banker
to a large bank somewhere in the East.

You you

You wouldn't like
a second strawberry, Major?

As I see it now,
Pamela was absolutely right.

No man in my position
has any business to marry,

going away,
goodness knows how far, into

well, into what I believe will be war.

And yet many soldiers do marry.
Yes, don't they?

There's a young chap from my outfit
on the train, a second lieutenant.

And with him, his girl.
Going to stop off in Nevada.

You can get married there
in five minutes.

You can?
Oh, yes.

Then she'll take him to the troop ship
and goodbye kiss at the dock.

Wet handkerchief. Then a letter
from him every two weeks, maybe.

No, that's too much to ask
of any woman.

I think you underestimate us,
Major Kirby.

Perhaps all a woman wants is to be
a photograph a soldier tacks above his bunk

or a stupid lock of hair
in the back of his watch.

If it was only to hear what
you've just said, Mrs. Applegate,

I'm terribly glad I brought that frog.

Well, you will give Su-Su my love?

Love, frog and everything.

Well, goodbye, Mrs. Applegate.

Goodbye, Major Kirby.

Oh, you'll find directions
for feeding the frog on the jar.

When's that train coming?

Three minutes.

I beg your pardon.
Yes?

What is your name?
Applegate.

Mrs. Applegate?
Miss Applegate.

Su-Su Applegate?

Susan Kathleen Applegate.

You see, there are a lot of Applegates
in Stevenson.

Yes, there are.

Where are you going?
To the West Coast.

Only I'm stopping in Nevada.
Nevada?

To marry a soldier.

That is, if he'll have me.

A soldier?
An officer.

He's going to war so that this country
will be spared what happened to France.

You know, I have my own theory
about the fall of France.

Now, this is Sedan.

And there was the big Maginot Line
and the small Maginot Line.

The German army swung
through the Netherlands and Belgium,

and a Panzer division
smacked right through here.

All aboard!

Su-Su!
Come, Philip.