All language subtitles for Four Jills in a Jeep (1944)eng

Thank you. Thank you.

And now, Command Performance
brings to all you boys overseas...

the girl who made pins famous.

The army's pinup girl,
the navy's pinup girl...

and the marine's pinup girl,
Miss Betty Grable.

Betty, welcome
to Command Performance.

Thank you, Kay. And if my face is red,
it's because I'm tickled pink to be here.

I know you are, darling. I'll bet of all the boys
who are listening and could answer...

they'd say "darling" too.

- So how about sending a cheer to a few of them over the air?
- I'd love to.

Here's a salute to Sergeant Michael Boyle
and the gang at 944.

Another to Bill Sterns
and the squad at A.P.O. 845.

And to Corporal Jed Homer
and the bunch in Samoa.

And to all the fellas over there, hello.

If I could ask you into the old front parlor
and turn down the light, it would be-

Cuddle up

A little closer

Lovey mine

Cuddle up

And be my little

Clinging vine

Like to feel your cheek so rosy

Like to make you comfy cozy

'Cause I love from head to toesy

Lovey mine

If you leave me, I'll be lonely

Though our love has just begun

Don't forget I want you only

Yes

You're the only one

Cuddle up

A little closer

Lovey mine

Cuddle up

And be my little

Clinging vine

Like to feel your cheek

So rosy

Like to make you

Comfy cozy

'Cause I love

From head to toesy

Lovey mine

And now it's time to say good night again
from Command Performance.

And remember,
this is your program exclusively...

to give you the entertainment
that you want.

So please send in your requests.

Until we meet again, and from
your other entertainers of this evening-

Jimmy Dorsey and his band.

Martha Raye.

Well, good night, fellas.

Gosh, I- I wish I could kiss
all of you all at once.

Yeah, and I got the mouth that can do it too.

Mitzi Mayfair.

Gee, I feel just like Martha does.

I wish I could dance with every one of you.
And I've got the legs-

Carole Landis.

Bye-bye, boys. And I'll be here to, uh-

Sigh for you.

Your mistress of ceremonies, Kay Francis,
who doesn't sing, dance or recite...

but is willing to stick out her neck...

if, uh, necking is entertainment.

And we won't come back

Till it's over over there

- Kay, honey, you were great.
- Oh, thanks, Jimmy.

- When do you leave on the U.S.O. circuit?
- Can't tell. It's hush-hush.

Uncle Sam slips you a ticket, a shot in the arm
and you're on your way.

Can't you even tell me where I can
send you a necktie for Christmas?

Well, seeing it's you, Kay.

- Okay.
- London.

In that case, I can put that tie
around your neck in person.

- Are you going over?
- Shh. I'm hush-hush too.

I just got permission from Washington.

I leave as soon as I can get
an entertainment unit together.

- Martha, you coming?
- Yeah, I'm comin'.

Hey, what's the matter with you?

Well, every time I do one of these shows,
I- I hate to hear them sign off.

I wish I could be over there
with all those boys.

Oh, be yourself, honey.
You know you haven't a chance.

And even if you did, what could you do
with a million soldiers?

What could I- Are you kidding?

Pardon me.
May I introduce our guest for tonight...

Colonel Hartley
of the British Foreign Office.

- How do you do, sir?
- How do you do, Colonel?

It's so nice to meet you.

This is indeed a pleasure.
I'd like to compliment you ladies.

You don't know what a fine thing you're doing
with these Command Performance broadcasts.

What are we giving?
Just a couple of hours of our time.

If- If I were a man
Like Joey Brown or Al Jolson...

well, I'd be over there right now.

I'd even tramp in the mud with 'em
up to the battlefront.

- I'd even go-
- Why, girls, I didn't know you felt that way.

- Gee, it's marvelous!
- Well, I guess you don't know us, Kay.

Of course it's all right for a girl like you
to stay at home. Well, we're rugged women.

We want to be right at the front
with our men.

- Sure we do.
- Certainly.

I think it's admirable the way you girls
volunteer for overseas service.

Miss Francis, you'll have no trouble
getting your entertainment unit together.

Why, here they are.

Well, you see, Colonel, we sort of-
What?

Well, I hadn't told you girls,
but with Colonel Hartley's help...

I just got the green light from Washington
to take a show overseas.

I can't tell you how glad I am
that you're so anxious to go too.

Are you ladies quite sure
that you're not being a little impulsive?

- Oh, no.
- Oh, no.

Well, then it's in the groove. Tomorrow
we'll get together about your passports...

your fingerprints and your inoculations.

I'll send a wire off to Washington
immediately.

Well, good night, kids.
See you tomorrow. Coming, Colonel?

- Yes, yes.
- Good night.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh.

- Here you are.
- Thank you.

- Is anyone meeting you?
- Well, they're supposed to.

- So this is London, huh?
- Well, not quite.

- Then where are we?
- This is your undesignated airport.

You're still about 60 miles from London.

- Halt.
- Oh, hello.

- Glad to see you, but I'm in a hurry.
- Just a minute!

- Who are you?
- Who am I?

- Yes.
- Well, I'm certainly surprised at you.

Is that anyway to help along
friendly relations?

Why, do you suppose that when Mr. Roosevelt
met Mr. Churchill he said, "Who are you?"

No. He said, "Hello, Winnie.
How are you?"

And Mr. Churchill answered,
"I'm fine. How are you, Frank?"

- What's your name?
- Herbert.

Well, Herbert, how are you?

- Oh, I'm very well. Thank you, sir.
- I'm Eddie.

Good to see you. Good-bye.

So long.

It's been awfully nice knowing you.

And I'm sure that your American boys
will give you a wonderful reception.

Hello. Glad to see you.
I'm Sergeant Hart, your liaison man.

I'm- Oh, excuse me, sir.

Well, now that you're properly
taken care of, I have to report in.

So I'll say good luck and good-bye.
I hope we shall meet again some time.

Let's wish on that.

- Good-bye.
- Good-bye.

Well, I certainly was glad
to get here to meet you girls.

I- Oh, I have a special message
from the C.O.

Colonel Nelson wishes
to welcome you to England...

and considers it a privilege
to have you ladies here.

- Now, may I speak for myself?
- Surely.

Girls!

Gosh, you don't know
what it means to me to see you ladies!

Now I know what a milk shake
goes through.

- Hey, you just missed a road!
- He missed England.

We crossed the channel.

That's funny. "We crossed the channel."

5:30.

It's 5:30.

5:30.

What's that?

Good morning. It's 5:30.

Oh, he must be walking in his sleep.

Sleep? I haven't slept a wink
all night long.

Who could
with all those cannons going off?

Gee-whiz, but it's cold.

Well, I certainly brought
the right nighties.

Wow. Listen to that rain.

There they go again.

Ouch.
Those are the channel guns from France.

- Practicing?
- Uh-huh, on us.

- What?
- We'll get used to it.

This is what we came for, isn't it?

- Boy, and did we get it. Just look at this place.
- And look at us.

Gosh, the first morning I meet the boys
and this is the way we look.

Oh, I'm just gonna make myself so beautiful
right here in my little magic mirror.

Oh, shut up, Martha!

Well, I'm sorry. Oh, Mitzi, gee-whiz.

I wish I could have brought
my hairdresser with me.

I wish I could have brought another face along.
This one needs a retread.

I wish it would stop raining.

- Hey, can I come in?
- Oh, it's Eddie, our escort.

- Yeah, come in.
- Okay.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, girls. Glad to see you.

I hope you ladies slept all right.
I didn't sleep a wink.

I even put my feet on the top bunk...

and my head on the bottom bunk
so the blood would rush to my head.

- No sleep?
- No blood.

How are ya?
Gosh, Miss Raye, you look ravishing.

Even without your makeup on.

- Why, you-
- Martha. What have you got here?

These are for you. Some galoshes,
some tin helmets and some gas masks.

- Thanks.
- Hey, I hope you kids got your own raincoats.

- Yeah, we've got them.
- Good.

I wouldn't want you to get wet
on your way over to breakfast.

- Why didn't we have breakfast in bed?
- I tried to arrange that...

but they wouldn�t let me roll four cots
into the mess hall- politics.

- That's it!
- Honey, honey, honey.

She keeps fighting me.

Eyes right!

Front!

- Oh, thank you.
- Oh, no. Oh, no, thank you.

I don't usually start the day off
as pleasantly as this.

I, uh- I lost my boot.

- Let me help you.
- Please do.

- Lovely mud.
- Would you please put my foot into my boot?

Oh, certainly.

Thank you.

- Isn't mud wonderful?
- I don't see anything so wonderful about mud.

Say, look, I'm leaving on a mission
as soon as the weather breaks.

- Will you be here when I get back?
- When will you be back?

- About an hour, I hope.
- I hope I'll be here.

Say, um, you look like somebody
I've seen before.

- Really?
- Definitely.

Well, the name might help.

- Miss Landis.
- Miss Landis.

- Carole?
- Yes!

Carole Landis. Hmm.

Carole Landis! Wow!

Well, what do you know?

- Carole, where have you been?
- Stuck in the lovely mud.

- Well, now for your first G.I. breakfast.
- Man, am I hungry.

- Miss Raye, won't you take my arm?
- I'm not that hungry.

Good morning. We fellows
of fighter squadron heard you were here...

and want to welcome you
and thank you for coming.

- And now breakfast is served.
- Well, what are we waiting for?

Oh, Miss Raye,
the officers invited you first.

- I'm sorry, Sarge.
- Oh. We didn't know.

- But the invitation goes any time.
- Thank you very much.

The ladies are sorry, and they thank you,
but they've already been invited up top.

Thank you, ladies. Right this way, girls.

Sir, Sergeant Hart reporting
and turning over to you...

Miss Kay Francis, Miss Carole Landis,
Miss Mitzi Mayfair and Miss Martha Raye.

How do you do, ladies? I'm Captain Stewart,
your escort to officers' mess.

Colonel Nelson sends his compliments,
and you're to have anything you want.

- Anything, Captain?
- Anything, Miss Francis.

Well, if it�s all right with you, we'd like
about 10 minutes to say hello to the boys here.

- Why, certainly.
- Hey, fellas, Kay Francis just fixed it up.

- What do you want, chow or music?
- Music!

We hear ya.

Here we go again.

Hello there.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

- Ready, girls?
- Attention, Fighter Squadron.

Attention, Fighter Squadron,
report to Operations immediately.

Scheduled flight ready to take off..
That is all.

Well, that's the first time an audience
ever walked out on me and left me happy.

- It's pretty busy around here when fighters take off.
- Fighters?

- Yes. Would you be interested in seeing them go?
- I'd love to.

- Hey, when are we gonna eat?
- We'll eat later.

Run along, kids. I've got to see
Colonel Nelson. Coming, Eddie?

Captain Morgan, Smith, I want you to meet
some ladies who are going to entertain you.

- This is Miss Raye, Miss Landis and Miss Mayfair.
- Hello. How are you?

Nice to see you. Hello there.

We're mighty proud to meet you girls
and I'd sure like to visit...

but it'll have to be another time.

- So long.
- So long.

- Happy landings.
- Good luck.

Oh, there's Captain Terry Long. He's got
eight to his credit. He's from California.

Oh, boy! California, here I come.

- Say, isn't there another one?
- No. No, I don't think so.

- Oh, yes, there's Captain Warren.
- Oh.

- Hello again, Miss Landis.
- Hello.

- Oh, you've met?
- Oh, yes.

That's right.
You're from California too.

- Captain Stewart.
- Yes. Excuse me, please.

It was pretty thickheaded,
my not recognizing you right away...

even with the wind
and the rain in your hair.

- I must have been a beautiful mess.
- Beautiful.

Where will you be tonight?

Well, I don't know.
I mean, somewhere in England.

Hey, Ted, your crate
can't take off without you.

Carole, they made me a short snorter.

- Here, Dick, meet Miss Whosit. I'll be
right with you. - But, Ted, you can't-

- Mitzi!
- Dick!

- Oh, how are you?
- Oh, swell.

- It's good to see you.
- It's grand seeing you.

Oh, you look wonderful.

Oh, I forgot. I'm not talking to you.

Well, come to think of it,
I'm not talking to you either.

Well, now that we got that settled,
how you been doing?

- Fine.
- That's too bad.

Oh, thanks.
I hope you're doing as well.

Booked solid. Don't tell me
you're over here as an entertainer.

- The army can't be that hard up.
- Oh, aren't they?

Then what are you doing in uniform?

Come here.

You see, my draft board told me that working
with you was a nonsensical occupation.

Listen, when you and I were a team,
where did we get? Nowhere.

- Couldn't you stay over?
- Oh, I'd love to, but we take orders from the army too.

- I'll find you. I'll look you up
the minute I get leave.

- Good luck with your show.
- Good luck with yours.

Hey, Dick, come on!
Don't you know there's a war on?

You're telling me.
It just caught up with me.

- Oh, Dick.
- Yeah?

Are you piloting one of those planes?

No, I'm in the Engineers,
and I stay on the ground.

- Well, were you worried, honey?
- Oh, no.

I was just wondering how you'd squeeze
that big head of yours into a flying helmet.

Oh, good-bye!

Hey, when do we eat, huh?

- Can I come in?
- No!

Well, that's too bad.
I only got some mail here, that's all.

- Mail! Mail! Mail!
- Come in here.

Dut, dut, dut. Wait.
I didn't get them sorted yet.

Now, this one's for Miss Mayfair.
It's from Lieutenant Ryan.

Says, "Having a good time. Glad you're not here."
But he's only kidding, of course.

Oh, for Miss Raye. It's from that private
you gave your photograph to.

Miss Francis, this is from that
English captain you met on the plane.

- Do you remember?
- Eddie, just deliver it. Don't read it.

Kay, Kay, Mitzi, Martha...

Kay, me, Mitzi, Kay, me.

It's from Ted.

Oh, Miss Raye.
What can I do to make you happy?

- Glad to see you.
- Glad-

Uh-uh-uh.

Kay, Ted has a 24-hour leave and he's going
to meet me. Where will we be Sunday?

Now, listen, Carole, honey,
you know I can't tell you.

Oh, I know it's a military secret,
but this is Ted's only chance.

Come on. Break down.

Well, we've just been asked
to Lady Carlton-Smith's for the weekend.

- Where?
- We do a Red Cross benefit there.

We'll have time to rehearse a new show,
get all polished up-

- Where is it?
- We can buy some new dresses...

meet a lot of brass hats and ambassadors
and stay in bed and rest.

Where?

- London.
- London!

Now look, everyone.
This is just a camp show.

And in camp, well,
the boys all sit on the floor.

So, uh, please.

And now, to open
our all-American program...

I give you that maestro of jive...

that- that minstrel of chill and groove...

Mr. Jimmy Dorsey and his band.

Thank you.

- Jimmy.
- Thank you, Kay.

Oh, hello, Ted. Gee, Dick.
I'm so glad you could make it.

- Thanks, Miss Francis. Just keep on requesting me.
- Well, come along.

The concert was over

In Carnegie Hall

And the maestro took bow after bow

What did you expect, chimes?

He said, "My dear friends

"I have given my all

And I'm sorry it's all over now"

When from the gallery way up high

I rose from my seat

With this mournful cry

Oh-ho

Oh-ho-ho

Mr. Paganini

Please play my rhapsody

And if you cannot play it

Won't you sing it

And if you can't sing it

Then you'll simply have to

Swing it, I said swing it

Oh, I mean swing it

Oh, ding dong ding it

Cut!

Please.

Mr. Paganini

We breathlessly await

Your masterful baton

Go on and sling it

And if you can't sling it

Then you'll simply have to

Quiet! You fool, you.

We've heard your repertoire Boots! Boots!

And at that final bar

We greeted you

With wild applause

And what a grand ovation

With your interpretation of

Whoa, ho, ho, ho, ho

Would cause

Mr. Paganini

Don't you be a meanie

What have you up your sleeve

Come on and spring it

If you can't spring it

Then you'll simply have to

Swing it

-Get it, boys
-We'll take it

Well, swing it

Well, snap my wig if he don't dig

Won't you swing it, Mr. P.

- Gee, that was grand, Martha.
- Wonderful.

They just loved you.

Okay, Jimmy, go on.

How blue

The night

How long the day

How blue the night

With you away

How strange it seems

Just living in dreams

I'm left in the moon glow

But where did the moon go

The stars on high

That used to burn

Are standing by

For your return

Until my arms

Are holding you tight

How blue my heart

How blue

The night

How blue the night

How long the day

How blue the night

With you away

How strange it seems

Just living in dreams

I'm left in the moon glow

But where did the moon go

The stars on high

That used to burn

Are standing by

For your return

Until my arms

Are holding you tight

How blue my heart

How blue

The night

- Pardon me.
- Certainly.

Until my arms

Are holding you tight

How blue my heart

How blue the night

How blue

The night

Well, that's it.

Now, everybody get up, because you're
losing a lot of good dancing time.

Come on.

Thank the boys for me, Jimmy.
And, gee, you were swell.

Oh.

Oh, excuse me, Jimmy.

Sorry.

- Hello, Captain.
- Hello.

- Do you dance?
- Well, so badly I wouldn't have the courage to ask you.

Oh, well, in that case, let's sit it out.

It's- It's much more pleasant
than dancing anyway. Come on.

You know, I've thought of you so often
since we arrived in England.

- You have?
- Yes. You see, I'm a very curious person.

I've thought of all the things
that I don't know about you.

I'm afraid I'm not very interesting.

Like hundreds of other medical chaps, I gave up
what I was doing and asked for a uniform.

- And what were you doing?
- Pediatrics.

Oh, a baby doctor.
Well, for goodness sake.

Are you interested in, uh, babies?

Oh, frightfully.
Tell me more about them.

Well, you see, they-

- You know, I've been a mother so often.
- You have?

Oh, yes, dozens and dozens of times.
Week in and week out.

- It was a bit wearing, wasn't it?
- Oh, no, I just loved it.

I've even been Deanna Durbin's mother.

Of course, they were
just motion picture babies.

Sort of like Charles Lamb's
Dream Children.

I see.

Oh, will you forgive me?
It was quite by accident.

But you know,
if I'd held this hand 10 years ago...

I might have had a full house by now.

Oh, Captain.

Very good humor it was.

Oh, but really,
I- I don't deserve all this praise.

You're too modest, Miss Raye.

You can't imagine what excellent reports
we've had of your work at the camps.

Right.
We've only had one complaint.

A regiment shipping for Africa regretted
only that they had to leave you girls.

Oh, now isn't that sweet?

Well, our hearts went right with them.
We'd go, too, if they�d let us.

- You would?
- Oh, Africa's another thing, you know.

- It's an active battle zone, and all that sort of thing.
- Battle zone?

Why, Admiral, as if- as if that would
bother us. We can take anything.

You know, we're not buttercups.
We're soldiers.

And where our men go, we'll go, too,
if they�ll let us.

Would you really?

Why, in a minute.
That's if we had the chance.

Let's shake this shindig.
I know a little caf� where-

Oh, I'd love to, Ted,
but you should get some rest.

I will, when I'm old.

- Come on.
- All right.

- Will you dance, Miss Raye?
- I'd rather talk, thank you.

- Excuse me, won't you? I must see Miss Landis.
- Of course.

Oh, Miss Landis.
If you're ready to leave, I'm at your disposal.

- Oh, General, I don't think-
- Now, now.

I'm going to show you
every place worthwhile in London.

The relaxation will do you a world of good.
I'll get my cap.

- Oh, Ted, I'm awfully sorry.
- Why didn't you turn him down?

You can't say no to a general.

- When I met him tonight, he told
me he had a surprise for me- - Fine.

Now we'll surprise him and duck.

Oh, no, that's desertion.

He could have me shot, you know.

- Ready, little one?
- General, Miss Landis and I-

Ted, I'll see you when we play
your camp again- Christmas.

Good night.

Now I'll tell you what we'll do.
First-

Oh. I have a message for Miss Martha Raye,
from the War Department.

- Right over there, sir.
- Thank you.

Oh, Miss Raye?

Miss Raye.

May I be excused, gentlemen?

- Certainly.
- Thank you.

- From headquarters.
- Thank you very much.

Gosh, you sure look nice.

- But there is no message.
- Yeah, I know.

It's the only way I could get in.
But I'll tell you what the message is.

From Sergeant Eddie Hart to Miss Martha Raye.
Subject: rendezvous.

Fish and chips and caf� au lait.
That means coffee.

Oh, no, dear boy. Some other time.

I'm frightfully sorry.
It just can't be done, you know.

Well, carry on.
Pip-pip and all that sort of thing. Cheerio.

How do you like that?
She gives me that "cheerio, pip-pip" routine.

Miss Raye is very charming.

- Oh, frightfully so.
- Yes.

Yes.

- Psst.
- Huh?

Oh.

Too bad there weren't more places to go.
We must do it again sometime.

Yes, I'll look forward to that, sir.

- Good night, General.
- Good night, little one.

Good morning, miss.

Good morning, Parkins.

The other ladies
have been in bed for hours, miss.

- Have they?
- They have.

And in the future,
I hopes you keep respectable hours.

Ted!

- I've been waiting here all night for you.
- You have?

Why?

Oh, just to say good night.

Well?

- I hope you had a terrible time.
- I did.

- Good.
- Darling.

All the way down here in the jeep
you couldn't get to Ted fast enough.

- Now you want to pin his ears back.
- With her arms around his neck.

- Hi, kids. How are you?
- Hi!

- Well, for goodness sake, a Christmas tree.
- How 'bout that?

- Well, bless their hearts.
- What do you know...

a Christmas tree with things and stuff.

- Ain't that sweet?
- Say, did either of you see Ted?

- Uh, Ted? Oh, he's gone off on a mission.
- And they ain't got back yet.

Say, Kay, here's a nice gift for you-
some pipe cleaners.

- Oh, those characters kill me.
- Yeah, isn't that wonderful?

- Gosh, hairpins!
- When are they due back?

When I was a kid in Brooklyn,
we had the biggest Christmas tree.

- We lived right next door to Prospect Park.
- Eddie. Eddie, answer me.

- Huh? Oh, the mission.
- Oh, darling, don't start worrying.

- The fighters are late lots of times. Aren't they, Eddie?
- Sure. That don't mean nothing.

- And we used to string popcorn-
- How- How long overdue are they?

Oh, hardly at all.
They'll be back any minute now.

Yeah, they probably run into
a flock of Nazis over the channel.

But that won't take 'em long.

There! I told ya!

Come on, Eddie!

It's a bomber.

I guess I'd better get over to the hall
and get the things started for the show.

Don't worry, Miss Landis.

Hey, you know, it's cold out here!

You're gonna catch your death, Carole.
Come on in.

Go on, honey.

Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way

- Oh, what fun it is to ride in a
one-horse open sleigh- Come here, kids.

Look what I got for ya here.
Wait a second.

- Merry Christmas, Carole. Tissues.
- Oh, wonderful.

- Happy New Year, Martha! Soap.
- Just what I needed.

And for little Mitzi here, I got a toothbrush
and some paste, with love and kisses.

Aw, thanks, Kay.

Dorsey's starting the show for the boys.

- Hey, we'd better get going.
- Yeah.

Hey, Mitzi. Is my gas mask over there?

- No, it's on the shelf above your bed.
- Oh.

Can you imagine
paying nine pounds for these boots?

Yeah. A pound a pound.

Carole, honey, you stay here.
We can keep things going in there.

- Then you come on over when Ted gets here.
- No, I'll come along.

- Listen, sweet. - Look, I'm not
pulling the show-must-go-on routine.

I'd just rather be there, that's all.

- When Ted comes, he'll find me.
- Okay.

- Here's your coat.
- Thank you.

Shh. Later. Hey, fellas.

Look, the girls! What do you say?

Merry Christmas to you!

And listen- listen, boys.

I can't tell you how thrilled we were
about your man-made Christmas tree.

Gee, it was beautiful. We want to thank you
for all your thoughtfulness and good wishes.

Huh?

Well, that's just a sample of the merry
Christmas we guys really wish you girls.

And now we got a surprise for you.
Hey, Bill!

- Are they on the air yet?
- Just came on. Stand by.

...presented each
and every week from Hollywood...

and bringing you tonight a special Christmas
Command Performance broadcast.

And now, as your master of ceremonies,
Georgie Jessel.

We bring you tonight
a galaxy of great artists...

and a merry Christmas from all of us.

From the top
of our Christmas tree of talent...

I pick you one of its brightest stars
with a love song, if you please.

A song with a lot of heart...

the kind of song that I used to sing
when I first went on the stage.

That was a long time ago.
I was nine years old.

Over 20 years ago.

Easy.

Ah, but in those days,
all the songs were sentimental.

I remember my father singing "Will You
Love Me in December as You Do in May?"

Now he sings "Pistol-Packin' Mama,
Put That Thing Away."

Ah, but enough of me,
and on with beauty.

The lady with the velvet throat,
Miss Alice Faye.

Thank you, Mr. Jessel.

And to each of you in the army,
navy and merchant marine...

I can't tell you how sincerely
our hearts are with you tonight.

I can't tell you how much we miss you.

But I can tell you
how proud we are of you.

And from us, who stay at home-

from your mothers,
wives and sweethearts-

tonight, more than ever...

we send you this message.

You'll never know

Just how much

I miss you

You'll never know

Just how much

I care

And If I tried

I still couldn't hide

My love for you

You ought to know

For haven�t I told you so

A million or more times

You went away

And my heart

Went with you

I speak your name

I n my every prayer

If there is some other way

To prove that I love you

I swear I don't know how

You'll never know

If you don't know now

How I miss you

I speak your name

In my every prayer

If there is some other way

To prove that I love you

I swear

I don't know how

You'll never know

If you don't

Know

Now

Thank you, sweet Alice.

That should fill the stockings of the lads who
requested Miss Faye for a Christmas present.

How about the lucky mob of that
fighter command somewhere in England...

who have Kay Francis, Carole Landis, Martha
Raye and Mitzi Mayfair with them tonight?

Who said there wasn't a Santa Claus?

And if you're listening in, girls, we're
proud of you. Yes indeed. Mighty proud.

And now, gentlemen...

methinks I hear in the distance the approach of
that Brazilian flying fortress, Carmen Miranda.

I, yi, yi, yi, yi
I like you very much

I, yi, yi, yi, yi
I think you're grand

Why, why, why is it that
when I feel your touch

My heart starts to beat
to beat the band

I, yi, yi, yi, yi
I like you to hold me tight

You are too, too, too, too, too divine

If you want to be
in someone's arms tonight

Just be sure the arms
you're in are mine

Oh, I like your lips

And I like your eyes

You do like my hips
to 'hipsnotize' you

We see, see, see, see, see, see, see
the moon above

Way, way, way, way, way
up in the blue

S�, s�, s�, se�or
I think I fall in love

And when I fall
I think I fall for you

I, yi, yi, yi
S�, s�, s�, s�

I, yi, yi, yi, can see, see, see
that you're for me

I, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi
Yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi

I like you very much

- I, yi, yi, yi, yi
- I think you're grand

Why, why, why is it
that when I feel your touch

My heart starts to beat
to beat the band

I,yi,yi,yi,yi,yi,
Yi,yi,yi,yi,yi,yi

Like you to hold me tight

You are too, too, too, too, too divine

If you want to be
in someone's arms tonight

Just be sure the arms
you're in are mine

Oh, I like your lips and I like your eyes

You do like my hips
to 'hipsnotize' you

We see, see, see, see, see, see, see
the moon above

Way, way, way, way, way
up in the blue

- S�, s�, s�, se�or, I think I fall in love
- S�, s�, s�, s�

And when I fall
I think I fall for you

- I, yi, yi, yi
- I, yi

- S�, s�, s�, s�
- S�, s�

- I, yi, yi, yi, can see, see, see
- S�, s�, s�, s�

That you for me

And believe me, ladies, I can speak
for the rest of the gang by saying...

we're lucky having you
with us here tonight.

And don't think we got you over here
to wear you down- no, sir-

because you've been entertaining
all over England.

Tonight we're gonna entertain you.
So you can just sit there, relax and be beautiful.

You girls, you!

Now I�d like to introduce
an officer and a gentleman...

who really helped
put this thing on tonight...

Lieutenant Dick Ryan.

Sergeant. Thank you.

You send me

Right out of this world

You send me

You give me that kick

I never knew

You send me

You're making me know I'm livin'

Who wouldn't be livin'

Lovin' you

When people shout
"Hey there

Come out of your cloud"

I just want to stay there

Satisfied and starry-eyed

'Cause you send me

Right out of this world

But, darling

There's one thing I hope

You never do

Don't ever send me away

- From you
- Do, do, do, do

When people shout

"Hey there
Why don't you look where you're goin'

You better come out of your cloud"

- I just wanna stay there
- Do-do, do-do-do-do, do-do

Satisfied and starry-eyed

'Cause you send me

Right out of this world

But, darling

There's one thing I hope

You never do

Don't ever send me away

From you

You send me

Out of this world

- Thank you, Jimmy.
- Sure thing.

Thanks a lot, Lieutenant.
I got some news for you. You send me too.

And now I've had numerous requests...

to play a clarinet solo.

You look surprised. Oh, yes, I used to
play with the school band back home.

Pretty sharp too.
Do you mind If I borrow a clarinet?

- Wonderful. Thanks a lot.
- Wonderful.

I'd like to play
"No Love, No Nothing"...

making the eight ball in the side pocket
at the same time.

- Do you mind If I latch on with you?
- Hmm?

Latch on with you.
Get groovy, rooty, zooty.

This guy don't talk English.

- Oh, you mean you want to play with me.
- Love it.

I'll tell you, Jim, it's not
that I got anything against you...

but, you see, I don�t just play
the song straight.

I take a lot of liberties with it. I do a
chromatic scale, go into a dominic seven...

finishing up on a high "D"
above high "C."

- Think you can handle that?
- Oh, you mean like this?

Snaky sort of a guy, isn't he?

His brother Tommy
warned me about him.

Thanks a lot.
I'll play alone, if you don't mind.

Would you give me
a little introduction, please, Jimmy?

Tiny. Tiny.

Thanks a lot.

I'm ready now.

- Who do you have to know to play a solo around here?
- Dave.

Do you mind If I play a little too?

You civilian, you.

Oh, yes. When I do play, will
the first three rows lean back a little...

'cause there's a fine spray
comes out of this thing.

Glad you're here?

Hey. Hey!

- Hey!
- Hmm?

What's going on behind that orchestra?

There's nothing going on
behind the orchestra.

There's nothing going on
in front of it either.

Look, uh, don't get cute
just because you're out there, kid.

Don't think I can't reach you, you know.
One, two, three, and I'll jump all over you.

Four, five, six, and you'll jump
right off again, bud.

Oh, are you showin' off?
Think you're cute because the girls are here?

What, are you a big man because you're
sitting next to a master-sergeant?

- Is he your brother?
- No, my brother's livin'.

That's nice.

Look, you don't have to heckle me, kid.

I'm trying to do my best,
give the boys a little music.

You call that music?

We got a cow at home that makes
the same noise and gives milk besides.

Wow. Oh, boy. Some funny joke.

- It's one of my father's jokes.
- What are you, one of your mother's?

Glad to see ya.

One, two...

three, four...

five, six-

One of them's in trouble.

They're going to a crash landing.

Merry Christmas, honey.

Oh! Oh, Ted!

Oh!

I 's al I right, honey. Al I right.

That's fine. Thank you.

Now let's have one, cutting the cake.

Oh, it isn't a real cake. It's made of
cardboard. Just as sweet though.

Look, honey.

Not as fattening either.

- Now hold it. Just like that, please.
- Like this?

- Splendid.
- Thank you very much.

Thank you.
You can cut the cake now.

- Oh. Yeah.
- Shall we cut it?

Uh-huh.

- There. Get some plates for me, will you, darling?
- Sure.

Mrs. Warren. Uh, Mrs. Warren.

- Oh. Oh, that's me!
- Yeah. Where are we going on your honeymoon?

Father Harris told us
about a little inn near Stratford...

that's been there
since Shakespeare was a kid.

- It's only big enough to accommodate the two of us.
- Oh.

Aren't weddings beautiful?

They're so romantic.

Yeah, till the honeymoon's over
and the grocery bills start comin' in.

Oh, that doesn't have anything to do with it.
Two can live as cheap as one.

Well, how 'bout when the stork moves in?

A stork doesn't eat very much.

- Thanks, Miss Francis. Thanks for the pictures.
- Not at all, boys.

- Good-bye, Miss Francis.
- See you soon.

Miss Francis, your work here
is most commendable.

Thank you, Father.
I thought the service was-

- Hi, Sarge.
- How are ya?

- I thought the service was charming, didn't you?
- Delightful, delightful.

We were awfully lucky to get
all those flowers this time of year.

- Yes, indeed, we were.
- Say, Operator, where did you say Miss Francis was?

- Hey, Eddie.
- Nice to see you.

Miss Francis! I didn't recognize you
for a moment. You look so exotic.

I have an important message for you
from general headquarters. It's very urgent.

- Thanks, Eddie.
- How are you, Padre?

- May I?
- Don't mind me. Please read it.

Thank you.

Not too disagreeable, I hope.

Oh, no. Not disagreeable at all.

Just a-Just a little surprising,
that's all.

- Would you excuse me just a moment, please?
- Yes indeed.

Thank you.

- So I said to the general-
- I'll say you did, and how!

Listen.

"This will inform you that your request has
been favorably received by the War Office...

and permission granted
to proceed to North Africa."

- North Africa?
- Whose request?

Well- Well, all I said was I-

Oh, why don't I keep my big mouth shut?

When do we go?

"Hold yourselves in readiness for further
instructions. Do not leave London."

- Do not leave London?
- Good-bye, Stratford. That's out.

I'm- I'm sorry.

It's all my fault.

Look, Carole, I got you into this,
but I'll get you out.

- I'll go to the general and tell him-
- No, no, honey.

We probably won�t leave
for a couple of weeks anyhow.

We'll still have time for our honeymoon.

I suppose they have bridal suites
in London hotels.

- I'll telephone the manager.
- All right, honey.

Look, Carole.
Why don't you stay here in England?

After all, this is your honeymoon.

You forget I'm in the army too.

And, well, if other women can give up their
sweethearts and husbands, I guess I can.

But there's no sense in giving him up
before you have to.

- Yeah. Why don't you and Ted slip away
right now, huh? - Sure. Say good-bye.

We're all set, honey- parlor, bedroom
and bath. Suite 410 on this floor.

- Oh, wonderful.
- Good-bye, honey. Good luck!

- Bye.
- Good-bye, everybody.

- Bye!
- Oh, girls. Get ready. Here comes the bouquet.

Okay? Set!

Congratulations!

Oh, Mitzi! Wonderful! Good! Bye.

I've never been that lucky.

- Oh!
- Oh!

- Oh, Miss Francis.
- What now, Eddie?

- Another message from headquarters.
- Oh, thanks.

- Maybe they changed their minds.
- Yeah.

"You'll report to the War Office
at 4:00 this afternoon...

ready to leave immediately
for your destination."

4:00? Well, it's almost 3:00 now.

Gosh. How will we ever tell Carole?

- Oh, no.
- Eddie.

- Oh, no!
- Aw, come on, Eddie.

Not me.
I drive a jeep, girls. Sorry.

Keep up to him. Walk a little faster.

- You all right, Martha?
- Yeah, I'm all right.

Here we go.

Hello. D.H.Q. 27. Go ahead.

What?

Yeah, yeah. Sure.

Look, you just stay right there,
will you, and be real quiet?

Uh-huh. Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, right away.

- Hey, Sarge.
- Yeah.

- You'd better send a relief up to Post 6.
- What's the matter?

The corporal's gone nuts. He just phoned in
he saw Kay Francis there on a camel.

- Huh?
- Yeah.

Better turn out an ambulance, send relief
to him quick. Probably the sun got him.

Hey, girls. This looks like
a good place to stop. Let's stop here.

Hey, Frenchie. Hey. Free Frenchie.
Stop 'em right there.

Oops! Wait a second.

- Push, Bozo, push.
- Down! Down!

Hey! Down, you fools.

- Down, you fool, you!
- Take it easy. Hey, Frenchie.

- Take it easy, will you?
- When I was a kid, I wanted to join a circus.

Hey, Eddie, I take it all back.

- He's definitely here to stay.
- Get off all right?

- Hey, help her off, will you?
- Come on already.

- All right, are you, Carole?
- Yeah.

I love Jasper. I think he'd be a great
character actor in Hollywood.

Hey, Frenchie. Get them away.
Take 'em back to Barnum and Bailey's.

- What about our luggage?
- I'll get it. Don't worry about it.

Don't be nervous, girls. Stay right-
I'll be right- Don't be nervous!

Break it up! Break it up, fellas!

- Hey, there they are!
- Hey! Hey!

- Hello, boys.
- Hi, fellas.

- Hello, Miss Francis.
- Hello, Sergeant. Can you tell us where we are?

I can't pronounce the name of this town,
but it's in Africa, not far from the front lines.

- Where do we go?
- Nowhere. The military's using all the roads.

You'll have to stay here
till the C.O. can send you back.

- In the meantime, where do we go?
- Get in this building.

But if the Jerries come over, there are
some slit trenches outside the town.

Dive in them and stay there. You can't
entertain anybody with your brains knocked out.

I guess he's never been to Hollywood.

- Eddie-
- The camels send you their love.

- Take them in there.
- Okay. Follow me, girls.

- Here we go again.
- Yeah.

- Where are you going?
- We were just going in-

Excuse me, ma'am- Uh, Lieutenant.
We were just going in there.

Get out. We've taken this place
over for casualties.

Just a minute. I'm sorry,
but we were told to come in here.

Our plane was forced down,
and they brought us in on a camel caravan.

Who are you?

- Nobody.
- Red Cross?

- Well, uh, don't you recognize us?
- No. Who are you?

Excuse me, Lieutenant.
They're screen stars from Hollywood.

Well, it's a heck of an army.

We're short doctors, we're short nurses,
we're short Red Cross workers...

and they send us you queens
from Hollywood.

- What for?
- Because we were asked to come to entertain the soldiers.

But if you're shorthanded,
we'll be glad to do anything we can to help.

If you're not afraid of spoiling
your fingernails...

there's plenty to do in here.

Well, look, Carole,
you've taken first aid.

Martha and Mitzi,
you both learned auxiliary nursing...

and I've worked
for the Red Cross for months.

What are we standing here for? Come on.
Let's get going. Take care of the bags, Eddie.

- You said it.
- Okay.

Be right in.

Thanks.

- Another tray.
- Coming up.

- Kay.
- Yeah?

I don't think I can do it.

Oh, stop it, Mitzi. Pretend you're
in Hollywood, you're working on a picture.

But... it's too real.

Sure, it's real, and it's real
to those guys out there that are hurt.

They're not feeling sorry for themselves.

Oh, come on, honey. You're not
gonna start acting like an actress.

There'll be another batch coming in.
Better get a couple minutes rest.

All right. Thank you, Doctor.

Oh, Nurse. Will you scrub up
around here, please, right now?

There's a pail and brush there.

- Where will I start?
- Why, anywhere. There.

Yes, sir.

Miss Francis.

Forgive me. I didn't realize.

No, no, no.
Please, you can't do that.

What makes you think I can't?
I'm doing it.

But it- it's impossible.

- Why, you're an actress.
- Don't remind me.

No, no, no.
Please, please, please. No, no.

Ever since I first saw you,
I've wanted to tell you...

that you're the most
wonderful person I've ever known.

Well, for goodness sake. Couldn't you
have found a better place to tell me?

I'm terribly sorry, but you don't
understand, Miss Francis.

Uh, Doctor, just call me Kay.

May I really, Miss Kay?

Just plain Kay.

Oh, I say, that's- that's
frightfully nice of you, Kay.

Well, why doesn't somebody
say something?

All right. I take it back.

You're about the hardest-working
batch of wenches I've ever met.

That's okay.

When we get over to the nurses' dugout, you can
soak your feet, wash up and bunk there tonight.

- Good.
- But first we'll stop here.

- What for?
- A drink on the medical corps to pick you up.

- You've earned it.
- I could sure use one.

Well, personally,
I never touch the stuff.

Hey, Mitzi!

Mitzi.

- Oh, Dick!
- Dick, well, for goodness sake.

- When did you get here?
- Just a minute. How'd you girls get up here?

- On a camel.
- And we're still on a merry-go-round.

- Is Ted here too?
- Not yet, but he's trying awful hard to make it.

- Oh. Well, how is he?
- Fine.

- He made a mailman out of me too.
- A letter!

Uh-huh. He figured
I'd run into you in Africa...

but I didn't think it'd be this soon.

And, oh, yes, he gave me
something else for you too.

- What?
- Well, this was his idea.

- Oh!
- Don't blame me.

Girls! Here�s a table. We'd better grab it.
Bring the lieutenant along.

Well, thanks, but I've only got
a couple of minutes and-

Well, uh, it was swell seeing you, Dick.

Yes. If you're around long enough,
let's get together.

Bye!

Mitzi! Where you goin'?

- Nowhere.
- Well, stick with me. Come on, honey.

Gee, it's good to see you.

You look big time.

If you'd always said that to me
in that way...

we'd never have split up.

If you hadn't said some of the things to me
that you didn't say that way...

maybe we wouldn't have split up.

We'd probably'd been booked solid
and gotten someplace.

Instead of split weeks in Weehawken,
Pottsville and Yonkers.

Gee, you used to sing to me
when I was tired and wanted you to.

How many times

Do I have to tell you

That you're the person

That I adore

How many times

Do I have to tell you

And not repeat what I've said before

How many ways can I say I miss you

And skip the ever-familiar rhymes

How many times

Do I have to kiss you

Don't make it less

Than a million times

I've said over and over and over

And over again

That you are my one obsession

But I'd be willing to say it again

And again

If I thought it would make

An impression

How many dreams

Do I have to sell you

To make the one in my heart come true

How many times do I have to tell you

Before you know

I'm in love

With you

Well, come on, girls. Get your shoes off,
while I rustle up hot water for you.

Don't go to any trouble.
You're just as tired as the rest of us.

- Forget it.
- I'm just full of vim, rigor and mortis.

Maybe we can find twin slabs
to be laid out on.

- What's the matter with you?
- I'm thinking of Dick.

For heaven's sakes.
Love at a time like this?

Come.

- What do you want?
- Oh, excuse me, sir.

Um, ma'am. Lieutenant.

- What do you want?
- Nothing. I- Oh, Miss Francis!

Yes, Eddie.

Miss Francis, the fellas
found out you girls were here...

and, well, it'll be the last chance
they'll have for your kind of a show.

- What?
- The C.O. gave permission, the fellas got everything ready.

- The guys kinda felt that you wouldn't turn them down.
- What are you talking about?

- They're half dead on their feet.
- Yes, sir- Uh, ma'am.

- Lieutenant. That's what I told the fellas.
- You're flack happy.

- Get out of here.
- Wait a minute, Eddie.

- What about it, girls?
- Okay by me.

- That's our real job.
- Sure. That's what we came here for.

Okay, Eddie. Tell the boys
thanks for the invitation...

and we'll get there
just as soon as we can clean up.

Gosh, that's swell.
I was sure you would do it.

That's just the beginning.
She'll be back.

And now that little girl who sighs for you
will sing for you.

Carole Landis!

Thank you.

Crazy me

Falling in love with you

I shouldn't be so crazy

But what am I to do

Crazy me

Hanging around your door

Well, I guess the army
doesn't pay their bills either.

Quiet! Quiet. Quiet, men! Quiet!

The Jerries must be overhead,
so that's it.

The girls can't work in the dark.

If it�s on account of the lights,
we can fix that.

What's the matter with this?

Oh.

Okay, boys. Well, we've always
been suckers for spotlights.

And with all of these, professor, music.

- Carry on, baby.
- All right, darling.

Crazy me

Falling in love with you

I shouldn't be

So crazy

But what am I to do

Crazy me

Hanging around your door

And asking every daisy

To tell me what's the score

How did I get this way

I want to shout "hooray"

I'm just a crazy fool

I guess

How did I get this way

Didn't I hear you say

Something that sounded so like "yes"

Can't believe

That what you say is true

To love someone so crazy

You must be crazy too

You must be crazy

Too

That's all, girls.
Sergeant Hart, you look after them.

- Yes, sir.
- You mean they'd kill us in cold blood?

- They're not gonna warm it up for us.
- Follow me, girls.

- Miss Raye, take my hand.
- Stop shakin', so I can grab it!

- This way, Miss Francis.
- Okay.

Let the girls through, fellas.

Is everybody here?

- Where's Mitzi?
- Mitzi!

Here I am.

The Jerries are dropping the flares!

Slit trenches! Come on!

- You all right, Carole?
- Yeah, I'm saying my prayers.

Keep going. I'm right with you.

Help! He's killing me! He landed right
on my back! Help! He's killing me!

Hey, you! Help! Help! Help!

Miss Raye!

Oh, a wolf in a foxhole, huh?

Our orders have come through.

We move up at 1800 o'clock
and counterattack according to Plan 4.

Any questions? Get to it.

Well, this is it.

- Mitzi!
- Dick!

Oh. That's the first time
you ever kissed me.

Honey, you're the sweetest
hunk of sugar in the world.

Oh. Do ya?

- Sure I do.
- Well, then say it.

All right.

I love you. But don't tell anyone
'cause it's a military secret.

Oh, I won't. I won't tell anyone.

All clear!

- Well, good-bye, honey. I gotta get going.
- All clear!

All clear! All clear!

- Wowee. I could do without some of that soon again.
- Oh, me too.

I was turning over in the grave
they were digging for us.

- Yea!
- Hey, what's with you?

Oh, it's a military secret.
Dick loves me.

- Well, that's no secret.
- What about your war?

Oh, we're never gonna fight anymore.

I gave in without a struggle.

Well, come on. Let's get- Oh!

Where the heck have you been, chum?

Me? I was absolutely safe.
Eddie was a gentleman every minute.

Yeah, I had to be. I lost my glasses.

Isn't he a doll face?

Glad to see ya!

All right, ladies.
Now's your chance to get out.

Come on! There's no time to waste.
We'll get you to the rear line.

- You want us to leave now?
- After what we've been through?

- Well, we're staying here to watch the boys take off.
- You bet.

- What about you, Sergeant?
- Captain, sir, my orders are to go where the girls go.

Yeah. Come on.

Over hill, over dale
We have hit the dusty trail

And those caissons go rolling along

Countermarch, right about

Hear those wagon soldiers shout

While those caissons go rolling along

For it's hi, hi, hee
in the field artillery

Call off your numbers loud and strong
One, two

And where ere we go
you will always know

That those caissons are rolling along