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This ain't the Boy Scouts, Willis, this is the Army.

Don't listen to him. He thinks he's G.I. Joe himself.

Yeah? Well, I know all about guys like him.

I ran into one when I joined up with the 35th at Bastogne.

Nothing but hot air.

He went to pieces when it was time for real fighting.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I'll show you what real fighting is about.

-Hey! -Hold it now, you two!

JASON: Hit the dirt!

(GUN FIRING)

-You alright? -Keep firing! Pour it on!

Willis, yell up to him. Tell him it's over.

(GUN FIRING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

-What did he say? -Liar.

We don't have choice here. We got to blow him out.

No. We got to take him prisoner.

An hour ago we had a license to kill. Now we don't.

JOHN-BOY: In 1945 on Walton's Mountain, with the coming of summer,

buds became leaves

and wildflowers painted the hills and fields

as no human artist could.

It was as if nature was defying the war

that consumed the world.

On the home front, there were shortages, rationing

and a deepening war weariness that only victory could ease.

But the greatest problem of all for my family

was coping with the anxiety about those of us in service.

One brother was stationed nearby

and three were overseas.

One of whom, my brother Jason

was fighting on the front lines somewhere in Germany.

(AIRPLANE ENGINE ROARING)

-This is it. -You sure?

JASON: The Lieutenant said there was a woodcutters' house here.

-This must be it. -That's some house.

Every other squad gets a nice place with beds and a kitchen,

we get a shack.

We'll probably only be here one night.

No, it's only when we get decent setup that we move out fast.

Cover me. I'll check it out.

(GOAT BLEATING)

(CHUCKLING) Hold your fire.

Whoever lived here probably hit it when they heard us coming.

LUSCO: How does goat's meat taste?

Tough, but goat's milk is great.

(JOHN SIGHS)

Alright, Ike, try it.

(JOHN SIGHING)

Not going to give up on it, are you?

I'm running out of ideas, I'll tell you.

I told, you should've gotten rid of this refrigerator years ago.

I was going to, but then the war started. Remember?

Couldn't find a second-hand coil around, huh?

If there's a place where you can buy one of these,

I've either been there or I called them.

I say if a congressman wanted a new refrigerator, he'd get it.

(IKE SIGHS)

Well, I guess this war is going to be over one of these days.

It's the day I keep waiting for, Ike.

Yeah. It must be hard on you, John.

Four boys in the service. I feel for you.

I feel for them.

Yeah.

Alright, Ike, try it again.

Okay, keep your fingers crossed.

(REFRIGERATOR MOTOR CLANGING)

We did it! It's running! We're in business!

I don't know how long this old thing's gonna hold up, Ike.

Listen to that motor. It's just as noisy as ever.

Daddy, Rose wants to know if you're coming home for lunch.

-Right now, honey. -I was listening to the news.

There's a rumor that the Germans are going to surrender soon.

Where did you hear that?

The reporter was interviewing someone from the Pentagon.

Those rumors are a dime a dozen.

Kind of rumors I like to hear.

Excuse me, honey. Let's go.

It's the best milk I ever tasted, I think.

Never had it straight from the manufacturer before?

No, I have never even seen a goat up close.

You know what I'd like?

LUSCO: What?

I'd like nice, thick, gooey chocolate malt.

Look, now that sounds pretty good.

Walton, what kind of goat do you get malts out of?

(SLATE LAUGHS)

SLATE: Hey, we got company.

Oh, yeah, well, just when we get settled down in a nice shack,

up comes a messenger with word we got to move on.

-Second squad? -Yeah, I'm Sergeant Walton.

My name is Willis. I'm a replacement.

We can use a replacement.

Counting me, this squad's down to three men.

-Why so few? -We've been through fighting.

(GULPS) They didn't tell me that.

Hey, this ain't the Boy Scouts, Willis, this is the Army.

-And we're at war, remember? -Cut it out, Lusco.

-You want some goat's milk? -No, thanks.

Yeah, have some goat's milk. Put some hair on your chest.

JASON: Lusco!

Don't listen to him. He thinks he's G.I. Joe himself.

Yeah? Well, I know all about guys like him.

I ran into one when I joined up with the 35th at Bastogne.

Nothing but hot air.

Went to pieces when it was time for real fighting.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I'll show you what real fighting is about.

Hey! Hold it, you two!

You keep that up and you're going to be in hot water.

I didn't start it.

-Willis, go inside, get rest. -Yes, sir.

And you, get off him and stay off him.

Oh, Sister, I forgot the shopping list.

(GIGGLING) You told me to bring it.

Well, Emily, the list!

Oh, yes, of course.

There.

Oh, no, this is a letter from Cousin Octavius,

written when he was still in the...The institution...

MISS EMILY: Dear Octavius, I was always so fond of him.

-I remember once... -The shopping list, Sister.

Oh, yes, of course.

Here.

May I help you?

Oh, thank you, Corabeth, but I believe Ike is attending to us.

I'll just look around, thanks.

Corabeth, how many ration stamps is a large can of peaches?

You fill out the order, I'll add up the points.

Okay, I'll see. It's peaches and peas and asparagus soup.

CORABETH: My, there is quite a list today.

MISS MAMIE: We're having a soiree.

MISS EMILY: For some young men at Camp Rockfish.

We have a lovely collection of records,

and one of them, our fighting men are going to enjoy

is by Mr. Al Jolson.

All they hear on their radios is that deplorable jitter music.

-Jitterbug music, Sister. -Whatever you call it.

But this will be a welcome change.

There's just one thing.

We're can't decide whether to have roast beef or roast lamb.

What would you suggest?

I would suggest roast lamb 'cause we don't have any beef.

Well, then, you better add a jar of mint jelly to that list.

-I'm sorry we don't have any. -Oh.

That will be 26 red and 57 blue.

Oh, my! I don't think we're going to have enough.

MISS EMILY: Perhaps if we eliminated the asparagus soup.

That wouldn't help much.

Mr. Godsey, the ladies are giving a soiree for servicemen.

I don't think we should let anything petty stand in way.

Well, let me see.

They look like they have honest faces.

I guess we can trust you till next weekend.

My name is Parsons.

I'm an Investigator for the Office of Price Administration.

A spotter!

Selling merchandise without receiving

the required number of ration stamps is a violation of law.

But this is a special case.

These ladies have entertained hundreds of our servicemen

who otherwise would be spending their time

in dens of iniquity in Charlottesville.

We engage them in conversation.

And serve them the Recipe.

MISS EMILY: A public service, don't you know.

I said the law allows no exceptions.

Mr. Parsons,

these are good friends of ours. We can trust them.

They'll bring the stamps in next week.

-Mr. Goodsey... -Godsey.

Mr. Godsey,

we have reason to believe that you have repeatedly violated

the O.P.A. regulations.

I'm giving you summons to appear before the Ration Board

in Charlottesville.

Good day, ladies.

Willis, you ready for that milk now?

-Yes, sir. -Here you go.

Don't gulp it, junior.

Sip it slow or you'll get the colic.

JASON: Leave him alone.

Alright, if you want him to grow up with bad eating habits.

(AIRPLANE APPROACHING)

Sounds like a P-38.

P-38? That's one of ours, isn't it?

Of course it is.

Hey, which army did you train with?

(WILLIS PANTING)

Hey, snap out of it, Willis.

P-38s only attack German troops.

Maybe we should take cover just in case.

Hey, you're not going anywhere. You're on guard duty, remember?

-Let go of me! -What's the matter with you?

Nothing.

Nothing, just forget it.

You must have been a big help at Bastogne.

Willis, you're dismissed.

Slate, take over.

You know, this is just what this outfit needs.

A yellow-belly!

Now, it just won't be Lusco who's on me all the time.

You and Slate, too, right?

You both will be needling me now.

Nobody's going to be needling you.

But I think you owe us an explanation.

I... I hear a plane close like that, I just cave in.

That story you told us about Bastogne,

you made it up, didn't you?

I was on my way there with a group of replacements,

about 10 of us.

We were crossing a field and we heard a plane

and then gunfire.

I turned around

and I could see the German pilot

sitting in the cockpit of the plane

as it dived down on top of us.

We hit the dirt, and the plane was gone as fast as it came.

I was the...

I was the only man who stood back up in the whole group.

(SIGHS)

One minute I was laughing with all my buddies,

and the next minute

I was standing in a field of dead men.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

I spent four months in a hospital.

You were wounded?

No. I just fell apart.

I wanted to be...I wanted to be a good soldier, but...

But Lusco's right. I am yellow and...

You guys are... You guys are stuck with me.

-You have a lot of studying. -I sure do.

ELIZABETH: What's wrong with you?

I just got a run in my last pair of silk stockings.

I saw an ad for a gadget that fixes runs.

Not this one. It runs all the way from my ankle to my knee.

I'm so sick of shortages.

Tires, hair rollers, stockings.

Everything I need is either unavailable or rationed,

and I don't have enough stamps.

ELIZABETH: Think about how better off we're than people living in cities.

We have chickens, we have a cow for milk and butter

Daddy can always go hunting.

It's easy to be optimistic. You don't even wear stockings.

Listen, how do you expect me to concentrate with this racket?

-Study in your room, then. -I can't. John Curtis's napping.

Elizabeth, would you get me the vanilla extract?

What kind of a cake are you making?

Devil's food without sugar. No frosting.

Lord only knows what it's going to taste like.

As long as the troops get everything, that's important.

If they ever make another movie about Pollyanna,

you'd be perfect for the part.

Please!

ROSE: No, no, now listen, Elizabeth is right.

We have no business feeling sorry for ourselves.

A whining woman and a cackling hen will never come to good end.

(DOOR CLOSING)

I got a letter from Ben.

They're building an airstrip on some island.

-Did he say what island? -Yeah, the censor cut it out.

-I didn't want to study, anyway. -I bet he's in the Philippines.

Just so he's not on a combat zone, that's all I care about.

Why don't you read it to us, Cindy?

Well, it's a little bit personal, most of it.

Well, you can skip those parts.

Alright.

"This island is a tropical paradise.

"I've never seen such beautiful flowers and trees.

"The birds are fantastic, in every color of the rainbow,

"and the weather's been perfect every day here so far."

(BEN SIGHS)

-So what's the movie tonight? -Another old western.

Great.

We're about due for R and R, you know that?

We ain't never going to get R and R, Ben.

Sure we are. I bet you they send us to Hawaii.

Sure! And then they'll fly in Dorothy Lamour

and Betty Grable to keep us company.

(THUNDER CLAPPING)

I'll bet you two to one the tent blows over.

No bet.

IKE: Now, you people have known us for a long time.

You know, we wouldn't do anything wrong.

JENKINS: But you did something, and Mr. Parsons was right there.

MISS MAMIE: So were we.

And we have something to say, if we may.

Ladies, please.

All we were trying to do is help make it a memorable evening

for gallant young men from Rockfish. You call that wrong?

As I keep telling you, Mrs. Godsey,

the audit indicated that there have been previous violations.

And there were good reasons every time.

Now, for instance,

last month we filled an order for a lady,

she didn't have any stamps at all.

CORABETH: Her son was wounded in Iwo Jima, he was coming the next day.

She wanted everything to be just right for him.

As it should have been.

MISS EMILY: I most certainly agree.

If you ladies have something to say, would you please stand up?

We've come to appear as character witnesses for accused.

We've known the accused for years.

Mr. Godsey is an air raid warden.

MISS EMILY: And Mrs. Godsey rolls bandages for the Red Cross,

and saves tin foil.

It was they who got us to salvage cans and our waste fats.

MISS EMILY: To make munitions for our fighting men.

MISS MAMIE: Time after time they've sold us food without ration stamps,

so that we could entertain the soldiers.

Once when no soldiers showed up,

Mr. Godsey sold us gasoline without stamps.

MISS MAMIE: So we could drive to Rockfish

to get soldiers to come to the soiree that we planned.

MISS EMILY: We had baked a perfectly lovely chocolate meringue pie.

Could never have made it if they hadn't let us have extra sugar.

What I think the ladies are trying to say is

that they always turn in their ration stamps

when they got their new book.

Or the book after that!

The point is, they are true patriots

who've done everything possible to make our soirees a success.

Thank you, ladies.

We have heard the evidence. Are we in agreement?

Our findings will be turned over to a federal court

with a recommendation that you be prosecuted

for violation of O.P.A. regulations.

(MISS MAMIE GASPING)

I found this under the floorboards,

maybe some good German wine.

JASON: Hope so.

Canned stuff!

With my luck, it will probably turn out to be rat poison.

"More-rube." What is that?

Let me see it.

Mohrrube, that's carrots.

Erbse. That's peas.

There's mixed vegetables, corn, tomatoes.

That settles it. I always knew I'd strike it rich. This is it.

Can you speak German or just read it?

Well, my mother was born in Germany so I grew up hearing it.

Yeah, well, I've got to go relieve Slate.

You keep your eye peeled for strafers there, junior.

That's enough out of you.

I think you ought to ship that kid to the rear

and make him an interpreter.

It'd be a lot safer for the rest of us.

CORABETH: Oh, John, your kind invitation to dine

could not have come at a better time.

We all needed something to lift our spirits.

Corabeth, you try a little of this wild turkey,

that'll cheer you up.

I don't know what we're to do. We try to be good to neighbors,

then some O.P.A. spotter comes along and makes

a federal case out of it.

Well, it's persecution, pure and simple.

And all this worry is not good for Mr. Godsey's health.

I am very concerned about his heart.

Ike's used to hard work. Little trouble's not gonna hurt.

I don't know. I think I ought to throw in the towel.

ROSE: I know how you feel, Ike.

Seems to me I spend half my time counting ration stamps.

That is, if you have any. If not you do without.

Everything will be back to normal once the war is over.

If we can remember what normal was.

I don't see what good it does to complain.

There goes Little Miss Perfect again.

JOHN: We ought to listen to her.

We're all tired of rationing and regulations and all that.

We can't give up anymore than our boys overseas can.

I think you're right, John. We're all soldiers of a sort.

Well, in this case, General Godsey, it is the OPA

and not the Nazi who are the enemy.

-Come on, now. Dig in there. -Yeah.

I don't know when I've had a more delicious meal.

I do. The last time you cooked one.

CORABETH: Oh, Ike! Look!

We've been robbed.

Who on earth could have done such a thing?

I don't know. The coffee we got in yesterday, it's gone.

So is the sugar.

And the canned soups and meats and vegetables,

all the rationed items.

Whoever it was obviously knew what they wanted.

-Black marketeers. -We're ruined.

All of this stock stolen and no way to replace without stamps.

It's alright.

I'm going to go to the Ration Board...No, not Ration Board.

I'm going to Washington D.C. to talk to the head of the OPA.

And get hopelessly tangled in red tape.

No, I won't. I'll take care of it.

After all these years of hard work,

broken equipment, the Ration Board, and now this.

(SOBBING) I simply can't bear it.

Corabeth, we've been through worse than this together.

Everyone has their breaking point, and I've reached mine.

(CRYING) I just can't go on.

I know where it is, Lieutenant. We'll get up there right away.

LIEUTENANT: Keep us posted. Over and out.

Just as I was starting to think of this place as home.

Slate, Willis!

We've been ordered out on patrol.

(HUFFING) I knew it was too good to last.

There's some German soldiers holed up in a town

about 15 miles from here.

We're supposed to help a patrol from B company flush them out.

-Let's get going. -SLATE: I'll get the bag.

JASON: Everybody got enough ammo?

LUSCO: Yep. SLATE: Sir.

JASON: Slate, go out back and let the goat loose.

Yes, sir.

JASON: Willis, you got a clip in your rifle?

-Hope I don't need it. -So do I.

Come on, let's hustle!

-I got a suggestion. -What?

-Leave junior here. -He'll be fine.

I'm telling you, Wal, he's too jumpy for this, leave him.

We're not leaving anybody.

Okay, here we go. Single file! Willis, you stay behind me.

Move out!

Ike?

Ike!

(CLATTERING)

-What's going on here? -Hi, John, we've been robbed.

Whoever did it really knew what they were doing.

All they took was rationed items. We can't replace them.

Well, you can restock, can't you?

No, would take a waiver, fill out a million forms, take weeks.

You mean you're going to stay closed that long?

That's right. The mercantile will not be reopening.

Well, I'm going to keep pumping gas and I'll keep

posting letters, but that's about it.

And I, of course, shall keep selling real estate,

which should more than compensate for the loss of

profits from the mercantile.

Wait a minute. We need a store here.

We got to do whatever it takes to get you reopened.

John, the robbery was just the last straw.

What with the price controls and the rationing

and the bookwork and...

Come on in, honey.

I mean, it has become just too much, and so Corabeth and I

have decided to close it up and that's all there is to it.

Thanks again.

JEREMIAH: Hey, sonny!

-Whoa, team. Whoa! -Howdy.

Where do you think you're traipsing off

to out here in the middle of nowhere?

I'm trying to catch a ride to Walton's Mountain.

And where's that?

It's on beyond Charlottesville.

Oh.

-This road don't go there. -Why not?

It don't go nowhere.

Well, that's not what the man that just dropped me off said.

Maybe, maybe not.

Alright, climb up.

I know a shortcut that'll get you

to the Charlottesville turnoff.

If old Samson and Delilah here still got the gumption

left to pull the both of us.

Get along, mule. Get along there, now.

What're you doing out here if this road doesn't go anywhere?

Well, I just keep hoping that one of these years it might.

-Chew? -Oh, no, thanks.

I bet you'd like a little drop of something good?

We call this stuff Recipe up on the Mountain.

Been to the war yet?

No. I'm stationed at Langley Field.

Guess you ain't killed many folks yet.

No, none, I'm glad to say.

Just as well.

Don't make sense going around shooting at people.

They generally like to shoot back.

This is water.

Well, now, if that don't beat all.

(JEREMIAH CHUCKLES)

That's what I get for letting it sit around

in the hot sun all day long.

(WILLIS COUGHING)

(WHISPERS) Willis.

That cough has got to go.

-I'm doing my best, Sarge. -Try breathing deep.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

-That helped. -Good.

You going to be alright?

I don't know. I have a bad feeling about this mission.

I have a bad feeling about every mission. We'll be fine.

Why don't we radio the company and ask for reinforcements?

JASON: We haven't even seen the town yet.

WILLIS: But there're... There're only four of us

and the other patrol's bound to be small, too.

And we don't even know how many Germans are there.

That's what we're going to find out. Let's go!

(WILLIS COUGHING)

(GUN FIRING)

JASON: Hit the dirt!

(GUN FIRING)

(SLATE GRUNTS)

You alright?

LUSCO: You alright! SLATE: I'm okay, I'm okay!

LUSCO: Alright, alright, stay low!

I'm taking the BAR. Walton, cover me!

I'm going to get alongside of them.

Alright, keep firing! Pour it on!

Willis, open fire!

Willis!

Hold your fire!

(SLATE GROANS)

Slate!

How bad is it?

It hurts like hell, Sarge, but I'm going to live.

Willis, get the sulphur and a bandage.

Willis. You cough again and I'll strangle you.

(SLATE GROANS)

You sure this shortcut was such a good idea?

Well, sure it was!

This way, we don't risk old Samson and Delilah here

-getting run over by a car. -How am I supposed to catch

a ride from a car when we're taking these back roads?

You'll get your ride sure enough,

first thing in the morning.

In the morning?

You don't expect me to be out driving

these dark roads in the night, do you?

Alright, mule, hold there! Hold now!

Whoa, now, mule.

-What are you doing? -Making camp.

We're bunking down for the night.

Well, I've got to get home.

Well, go on, then.

Now the main road is...

Well, I don't rightly know which way it is.

But you'll bump into it one of these years.

-You expect me to sleep here? -I don't see why not.

I always pack the back of this wagon

with the finest straw in Fluvanna County

and I always bring along an extra blanket

in case I get company.

-You're crazy, you know that? -Ain't it the truth!

Now, I got to get my proper rest and so do you.

We get up at 5:00 in the morning,

and I don't want no dilly-dallying.

Sarge?

-Yeah? -You're awake, too, huh?

I have a rough time sleeping the night before we move up.

Same here.

I've been looking... I've been looking at the stars.

Hard to believe my folks can see the same sky

out the window of their home.

I know.

Sarge?

Yeah?

You get homesick?

Homesick and scared rolled into one.

Everybody gets that way, even Lusco over there.

Try to get some sleep.

Yeah, I'll try.

The place is completely deserted.

I know. It's creepy, ain't it?

JACKSON: Halt!

Password!

-Double. -JACKSON: Header.

-Jackson! How are you doing? -JACKSON: Hey! Alright.

-You with B Company? -JACKSON: Right.

Hey, the town's clear.

Great! They only sent two of you guys?

The others took back some prisoners.

Is there any more wine where that came from?

There's all the wine you can carry down there in the cellar.

-Great. -JACKSON: Here, have some.

Hey, danke.

-Good to see you, Walton. -JASON: Take it easy.

Sugar Two to Sugar One. Sugar Two to Sugar One.

Come in, Sugar One, over.

LIEUTENANT: Sugar One to Sugar Two, over.

The town's been cleared, over.

LIEUTENANT: Roger.

We just got word the German's surrendered.

It's all over!

Come on back and help us celebrate! Over and out!

Hey, you guys hear that?

It's all over! The Germans surrendered!

(ALL WHOOPING)

I'm coming home, Ma!

You're going home! You're going back to Brooklyn, Lusco!

Oh, let me go. Let me go to Brooklyn.

-Let me have some of that wine! -SLATE: I'm going home, Willis!

(ALL CHEERING)

Take cover!

Across the street, the church tower!

Lusco! What the hell do you think you're doing?

Thanks again for the ride.

Yeah, I've been on the telephone most of the night.

Should be quite a few people there.

Ike and Corabeth got a lot of goods left.

Alright, Hank, thanks. Bye.

Do you really think this is going to help, Daddy?

I don't know, but it's sure worth a try.

-Hi, everybody. -It's Jim-Bob!

-ELIZABETH: Jim-Bob! -Jim-Bob!

I figured y'all would be celebrating by now.

We would be, if we knew you were coming home.

-Haven't you heard the news? -ERIN: Are you getting married?

I just heard it on the radio. Germany surrendered.

(ALL CHEERING)

Oh, my goodness! Come on! Come on! Put the radio on.

Oh, somebody pinch me. I can't believe it.

Ben! Ben! It's over! The Germans surrendered! The war's over!

(BOMB WHOOSHING)

(EXPLOSION)

The war's over, huh? Sure glad to hear it.

Alright. Lay down a barrage and make him hit the floor.

I'm gonna get over to the church and toss a grenade in there.

No. He thinks we're still at war.

Willis!

Willis, yell up to him. Tell him it's over.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Again!

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(GUN FIRING)

-What did he say? -Liar.

And he thinks it's a trick.

We don't have any choice here. We got to blow him out.

No. We gotta take him prisoner.

An hour ago we had a license to kill. Now we don't.

If we can get inside that church

maybe we can talk him down.

You're looking for volunteers, don't look at me.

I'm going after him.

You're going to risk your skin to save that Kraut?

JASON: That's right?

I need a volunteer.

Willis?

Cover me.

-You're crazy, Sarge. -Cover me!

(GUN FIRING)

Walton is crazy.

That guy has got a lot of guts.

Willis, what are you doing? Willis!

LUSCO: Hey, kid! SLATE: Willis!

Ready?

He must know we're in here.

What do we do?

Call up to him again.

What if he comes down shooting?

Then we'll shoot back.

(WILLIS SPEAKING GERMAN)

He's coming. Keep talking.

You've got to make him believe it's true.

(WILLIS SPEAKING GERMAN)

(GERMAN SOLDIER SPEAKING GERMAN)

-What did he say? -He still thinks we're lying.

(JASON SIGHS)

We're just going to have to wait him out.

(GUN FIRING)

That stupid Lusco!

Willis!

(WILLIS SPEAKING GERMAN)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Friede. Peace.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Well, we were only trying to do you a favor, Ike.

Well, I appreciate it, Miss Mamie. It's just that

I don't want to bargain for any trouble.

What trouble? Papa's Recipe is not on the ration list.

Well, no, it's not. It's just that I...

Well, there are other problems to be considered.

The Recipe is, of course, primarily medicinal.

And we are not a pharmacy.

Afternoon, Ike, Corabeth, ladies.

-John. -IKE: John, Happy V-E day!

I thought you were closed, Ike.

Well, I was, but everybody in town found out about it

and I thought I'd get lynched if I didn't open up again.

You can't eat gasoline and real estate, right?

Well, it's nice to know that we're needed.

Well, I suspect that the proprietor of a certain

lumber mill is responsible for this.

MISS MAMIE: You're right. John telephoned us early this morning

and told us to bring our business right over.

I think that was supposed to be a secret, Emily.

Of course, it was, Sister.

-Is this a permanent reopening? -You bet it is.

Wait till you see me handle that OPA case.

I'm going to get everybody in this store to testify for me.

Oh, Mr. Godsey, please. Remember what happened last time.

Whatever are we going to do with all this Recipe, Sister?

I haven't the slightest idea.

Our pantry is already overstocked.

Well, I might just be able to help you out, ladies.

We're having a V-E day celebration tonight

and I'm sure we're gonna need some Recipe

before the night's over.

Oh, what a splendid idea!

MISS EMILY: That's very chivalrous of you, John.

* Roll out the barrel *

* We'll have a barrel of fun *

* Roll out the barrel *

* We've got the blues on the run *

* Zing boom tararrel **

* Sing out a song of good cheer *

* Now's the time to roll the barrel *

* 'Cause the gang's all here **

Aren't you enjoying the party?

(CRYING) I wish I felt like it.

Elizabeth, what's wrong?

I don't know why I'm crying.

It's just I know I hate war.

I guess if there was a reason for a war

there's a reason for this one.

(ELIZABETH CRYING)

I'm glad it's over in Europe.

And I hope it won't be long before it's over everywhere.

I want my brothers to come home.

Honey, they're coming home.

Come on.

* My country, 'tis of thee *

* Sweet land of liberty *

* Of thee I sing *

* Land where my fathers died *

* Land of the pilgrims' pride **

JOHN-BOY: Eisenhower had called the invasion of Europe

the Great Crusade.He reminded us back in June of 1944

that the eyes of the world were upon us

that the hopes and prayers of people everywhere

marched with us.

Now the Great Crusade was over.

And while we rejoiced, there was the knowledge

that the war in Japan was still to be won.

ELIZABETH: Mary Ellen, how do you spell victorious?

MARY ELLEN: Elizabeth, you ought to be asleep.

ELIZABETH: I will be soon. I'm writing a letter to Ben.

MARY ELLEN: Tell him that John Curtis is learning how to count.

ERIN: Tell him I ran into an old girlfriend of his today.

JOHN: Tell him all that in the morning. Goodnight, Elizabeth.

ELIZABETH: Goodnight, Daddy.

I still don't know how to spell victorious.