Since You Went Away (1944)
Jane Hilton: Colonel Smollett, do you mind being talked to at breakfast?
Colonel William G. Smollett: I most certainly do mind.
Jane Hilton: It's about Bill.
Colonel William G. Smollett: About whom?
Jane Hilton: Bill. You remember, your grandson.
Colonel William G. Smollett: Yes indeed, I do remember. What about him?
Jane Hilton: He's a nice boy.
Colonel William G. Smollett: A most interesting observation, Miss Hilton.
Jane Hilton: I'm afraid you don't understand him. He really needs you to help him, like a mother. He has an inferiority complex, and...
Colonel William G. Smollett: Young woman, I have handled men for 35 years, and I don't think I require any instructions on the subject, least of all about my own grandson!
Jane Hilton: I was only trying to help! He respects you so much!
Colonel William G. Smollett: Then I'll thank you to do the same and stop your intrusion in my affairs!
Jane Hilton: If you only knew the first thing about psychology you'd know better than to try to browbeat him. Colonel Smollett! Colonel Smollett, if you'd only listen.
Colonel William G. Smollett: You may advise your mother that henceforth I shall have a decent breakfast downtown for forty cents!
Jane Hilton: I think you're a rude, mean, horrible, old goat!
Anne Hilton: Jane, dear, come into the living room. I'd like to talk to you.
Jane Hilton: What's the matter, Mom?
Anne Hilton: Well, mayn't I talk to you if I want to?
Jane Hilton: Of course, but you sound so strange.
Anne Hilton: Do I? I'm sorry, I don't mean to.
Jane Hilton: What is it? Why couldn't Brig hear? Is that why you sent her - ? Not about... Pop.
Anne Hilton: No. Sit down, darling. Jane, dear, I'm terribly proud of the way you've grown up. I'm sorry Pop missed it.
Jane Hilton: Oh, is that all? That's sweet of you, Mother.
Anne Hilton: No, dear, it isn't...
Jane Hilton: It's so wonderful being at the hospital. I wish you could come and visit.
Anne Hilton: I will.
Jane Hilton: But some of it's so sad. If you could see those boys. And they're so cheerful, most of them.
Anne Hilton: I know. They have such courage. I like to think that you have that kind of courage, too, darling.
Jane Hilton: What are you trying to tell me?
Anne Hilton: That when a man goes off to war, we have to be...
Jane Hilton: Bill!
Anne Hilton: The telegram came just a few minutes ago. It was addressed to you, but I opened it.
Jane Hilton: Did it say he was missing, or what? I don't care if he's wounded, I don't care what's happened to him, if only...
Anne Hilton: No, dear, it said he... it said he died in action at Salerno.
Jane Hilton: Oh, it couldn't be! It couldn't be! It could be a mistake, couldn't it, Mother? I've heard that sometimes - sometimes they get the names mixed up.
Anne Hilton: Oh, no, honey, you mustn't fool yourself! That would be the worst thing of all. You've got to face it, as hard and cruel as it is.
Jane Hilton: Yes, I know. I've known it all along. Oh, Mother!
Anne Hilton: Cry, darling. Cry your heart out. I won't try to tell you that you'll get over it soon, because it will take time - maybe a long time.
Anne Hilton: [journal entry to Tim voice over] I hope you'll think I was right, too, Tim, and that someday you'll be interested in reading this diary. And I hope you won't be too shocked when you hear that I'm actually training for work in a shipyard, of all places. Yes, tremendous changes have taken place in the pampered woman who was your wife. It's hard even for me to realize that I'm studying to be a lady welder. And doing very nicely, so it seems. Oh, Tim, I love it so, and I have such admiration for all these people. There's one woman I can't wait for you to meet. Her name is nothing like anything we ever heard at the country club. It's Zophia Koslowska, and she likes me because she thinks I helped her through a most awful and tragic loneliness.
Zofia Koslowska: I wish my little boy had lived, so he could have seen America. I used to read to him about it every night when the shades were drawn and the sound of heavy boots marching down the street made my poor little Janka shake until I thought his bones would crack. And then we'd pray together that God would let us go to the fairyland across the sea. If only he could have been with me the day I went, all by myself, to the Statue of Liberty and read what it says there for the whole world to see. Do you know it? Anne Hilton, did you ever read it?
Anne Hilton: No. I'm sorry to say, I don't know it.
Zofia Koslowska: Oh, I'll never forget it. I know it so well here
[points at her head]
Zofia Koslowska: because I feel it so much here
[points at her chest]
Zofia Koslowska: . It says, "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door." You've helped light that lamp for me, Anne Hilton.
Anne Hilton: [journal voice over] And then, Tim, she said the most thrilling thing that has ever been said to me. She said...
Zofia Koslowska: You are what I thought America was - what I meant when I prayed with little Janka.
Anne Hilton: [journal voice over] And, as in my own small way I help here in the shipyards, I hope I may be worthy of her words, just as each night I pray that always I may be worthy of those other thrilling words... the first time and every time since that you've said, "I love you."
Anne Hilton: [on the phone] How much will that be for three days? What? Brig, turn that thing off, I can't hear. I'm awfully sorry. Yes. Will this get into the early edition? Yes. Fireplace and bay window. Oh, all right, put in "homey atmosphere."
Brig Hilton: Mother! Mother! Wait, please!
Anne Hilton: Keep quiet, Brig. Would you send the bill to this address, please? Thank you.
Brig Hilton: Mother, you don't mean you're going to rent *your* room?
Anne Hilton: Of course I am, that's the room that will bring the most money. I'll take your room, and you can double up with Jane.
Brig Hilton: But Mother, you're not going to put somebody in Pop's room? Oh, I didn't mean that.
Anne Hilton: Now, you wouldn't want those characters in that other city to put Pop in anything but their best room, would you?
Brig Hilton: But that's different. He's Pop.
Colonel William G. Smollett: Good morning. Mrs. Hilton, I presume?
Anne Hilton: Yes.
Colonel William G. Smollett: May I be permitted to observe that this is the first house I've found in this godforsaken community that doesn't smell of cabbage.
Anne Hilton: Well, it does sometimes.
Colonel William G. Smollett: I was given to understand at the office of the Purchasing Division, to which I have the misfortune to be attached, that you had a room for rent.
Anne Hilton: Yes, but I specified an officer. You see, my husband...
Colonel William G. Smollett: My name is Smollett, William G., Colonel, United States Army, retired. Retired, I might add, by virtue of certain fatuous opinions held in the War Department which judge a man's usefulness neither by his experience nor his ability, but by the number of years since he was weaned.
Brig Hilton: [dog growls and barks] Soda. Soda!
Colonel William G. Smollett: There was nothing in the information I was furnished, madam, which indicated that you had children and domestic pets.
Anne Hilton: Well, I'm sorry, but they go with the house.
Colonel William G. Smollett: We won't discuss it. With your permission, madam, may we dispense with further conversation? I should like to inspect the room.
Anne Hilton: Certainly. Just follow me. I do hope you'll forgive me if I've been long-winded.
Colonel William G. Smollett: Not at all, madam. Through a full, and somewhat protracted existence, I have learned to accept the natural tendency of all women to be garrulous.
Anne Hilton: You're very tolerant, Colonel.
Colonel William G. Smollett: Oh yes, and another thing. I neglected to inform your mother that I like my breakfast promptly at seven. Coffee, thin toast, and two eggs, boiled, two and a half minutes, under no circumstances more than three.
Brig Hilton: But golly, Colonel Smollett, we can't afford to give you breakfast.
Colonel William G. Smollett: Indeed?
Brig Hilton: Even as it is now, poor Mother doesn't know what she's going to do. When Fidelia was here, the bills didn't seem so high, but now, with the way things are going...
Colonel William G. Smollett: Please. I'm quite prepared to pay.
Brig Hilton: Oh. That's fine. What would you say to fifty cents a day?
Colonel William G. Smollett: That seems a bit high under the circumstances.
Brig Hilton: All right, we'll make it three dollars a week. There's the doorbell. Well, let's call it a deal. Good night, Colonel.
Jane Hilton: Mother?
Anne Hilton: Yes, Jane?
Jane Hilton: Mother, do you think I have a nice figure?
Anne Hilton: Yes, darling. You have a beautiful figure.
Jane Hilton: Do you think Tony might paint me someday?
Anne Hilton: Over my dead body.
Colonel William G. Smollett: [studying a map] Wettookit. Wettookit. You must have the name wrong.
Brig Hilton: No. Here it is in Pop's letter. "Now, we're here in Texas on maneuvers... in a little town called Wettookit. We came, we saw, we took it!"
Colonel William G. Smollett: "We took it." Very funny. I would appreciate it, my dear Bridget, if in the future you could spare me from your father's elaborate puns.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: [knocks on door] Jane?
Jane Hilton: Tony? Don't come in, please!
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Don't you want to say good-bye?
Jane Hilton: I have an awful disease.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Can't scare me. I'm coming in.
Jane Hilton: No, Tony. Wait a minute, Tony, please!
Lieutenant Tony Willett: All right, Jane?
Jane Hilton: Yes. But I wish you wouldn't.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Hello, Janie.
Jane Hilton: Hello, Tony.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: You look fine in that kerchief. Probably start a new fashion.
Jane Hilton: I look terrible.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Oh, no you don't. You could never look terrible. You're pretty, that's what you are.
Jane Hilton: Don't laugh at me.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: I never laugh at anybody I love. And I've loved you from the moment you were born.
Jane Hilton: Oh, is that all?
Lieutenant Tony Willett: It's the best love I have, Janie. It's a special kind of love I keep just for Anne and Tim and the two sweet girls who are part of Anne and Tim.
Jane Hilton: Oh, Tony. You're going away, and maybe you'll be killed, and I have the mumps. Just like a baby!
Lieutenant Tony Willett: I hope the mumps are the worst thing that ever happens to you your whole life long. And I won't be killed. Only the good die young, haven't you heard? And I'm neither good nor young.
Jane Hilton: But Tony, you're just the right age for a man.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Little Janie. Wanna make a bet?
Jane Hilton: What?
Lieutenant Tony Willett: I'll bet you that by the time I see you again, you're in love.
Jane Hilton: You're silly. You're the silliest man I ever knew.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Now you're making sense. I always knew you had a good head on your shoulders.
Anne Hilton: By the way, how did you leave Jane?
Lieutenant Tony Willett: With the mumps, and with tears, I'm afraid. I haven't much tact, I guess. I didn't know what to say.
Anne Hilton: I know. Poor dear. Then you are very attractive, Tony.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: A bone from Mrs. Hilton?
Anne Hilton: No, I mean it. It won't be too easy for Jane, getting over it.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Nonsense. Older men. Every girl goes through it. Didn't you?
Anne Hilton: Still going through it.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Yeah. Older men named Hilton. Don't you ever worry about Jane.
Anne Hilton: I won't. As long as the older men are like you.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: You know something, Anne? I'm chump enough to go on living on your compliments for the next six months. Like a camel and water, you know? How long can they go?
Anne Hilton: I can't tell you. I never knew one.
Brig Hilton: You say it's animal?
Anne Hilton: That's right.
Jane Hilton: And its home is in the Middle West.
Anne Hilton: Umm-hmm.
Brig Hilton: And it makes a noise like a lion, but it puffs like a locomotive.
Anne Hilton: Umm-hmm. Better give up. You agreed if you hadn't guessed it by the time we got home.
Jane Hilton: Oh, I know. It's Soda.
Anne Hilton: Oh, no. Brig guessed that long ago.
Brig Hilton: All right. I give up.
Anne Hilton: It's Colonel Smollett, silly.
Anne Hilton: [Brig is sleeping on the elderly woman on train] I'm afraid she's awfully heavy for you.
Elderly Woman on Train: Oh, no. She's so like my granddaughter. I love holding her.
Anne Hilton: Is she about the same age?
Elderly Woman on Train: No. Mary is almost 30 now. She's a nurse. Here, let me show you her picture.
[opens a locket around her neck]
Anne Hilton: Oh, she's pretty! Where is she now?
Elderly Woman on Train: I really don't know. You see, she was at Corregidor.
Anne Hilton: Oh, I'm so sorry.
Jane Hilton: Mother, won't you let me do something now? Can't I...
Anne Hilton: Oh, Jane, please, darling, not again. I'm so hot and so tired.
Jane Hilton: But just for the summer, Mother. I could be a nurse's aide, maybe.
Anne Hilton: All right, Jane.
Jane Hilton: Oh, gee, Mother, that's swell!
Anne Hilton: But remember now, just for the summer.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: [starts to rain and Jane and Bill take refuge in an old barn] Oh boy, we certainly made it just in time! Ho, Ho!
Jane Hilton: How will we get home if this keeps up? It must be almost seven o'clock.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: [checks his watch] Well, what do you know? You guessed it! It's just exactly 18 minutes to seven.
Jane Hilton: Only five hours more.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: Oh, I almost forgot for a little while.
Jane Hilton: I didn't forget. Not for a minute. I've thought about it all day long.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: Well, gee, I never thought anybody would care about me... anybody like you.
Jane Hilton: Bill.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: Oh, Jane! I don't want to leave you!
Jane Hilton: It won't be for long, darling.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: It might be for months, or for years, maybe.
Jane Hilton: It doesn't matter. I'll be thinking about you all the time. Someday the war will be over, and then we can be...
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: Then we can be married, Jane?
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: You will marry me when it's over, won't you, Jane? You won't be mad at me because I didn't marry you now?
Jane Hilton: Of course I won't be mad. But you take care of yourself.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: I will.
Jane Hilton: You write to me.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: I will. You do understand, don't you?
Jane Hilton: I think so.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: You know it's because I wouldn't want you to be - Well, you know, if anything happened to me...
Jane Hilton: A widow, you mean.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: Well, yes, but not only that. If something happened - I mean, if I was...
Jane Hilton: If you were wounded? Oh, Bill, I'd take care of you the rest of our lives, always.
Jane Hilton: I'm sorry to have interrupted you, Dr. Golden, but I was instructed to get the patient to bed.
Dr. Sigmund Gottlieb Golden: It's all right. He's had quite enough for one day.
Jane Hilton: Doctor, will Mr. Williams be all right?
Dr. Sigmund Gottlieb Golden: In time. In time. He's a fine young man. He must have another chance at life, and we must work to give it to him.
Jane Hilton: His burns seem almost healed.
Dr. Sigmund Gottlieb Golden: Yes, his burns, but the most serious injury - that, I'm afraid, will take more time.
Jane Hilton: The injury to his mind? Is that what you mean?
Dr. Sigmund Gottlieb Golden: No, not to his mind. To his confidence, in himself and in others. Yes, we must rebuild Danny Williams' life all the way back and all the way forward. Hasn't there every been anyone close to you, Miss Hilton, for whom you would like to have done that?
Jane Hilton: Yes, there was someone.
Dr. Sigmund Gottlieb Golden: Ah, there was. We must not live in the past, my child. There is a whole wide broken world to mend. Come, come, I mustn't have another patient. How would you like to do a tired old man a favor?
Jane Hilton: Oh, anything, Doctor.
Dr. Sigmund Gottlieb Golden: Then smile for me. Let me see that young people still can smile as they used to long ago. Huh? Yes. Just as I remember. Good night, my child.
Emily Hawkins: Hello, Jane. What's this I hear about you working at the hospital?
Jane Hilton: I'm a nurse's aide.
Emily Hawkins: A nurse's aide? Oh! What a revolting idea for an unmarried girl of your age. Well, our whole code of living seems to be completely ignored these days, and possibly it's none of my business...
Lieutenant Tony Willett: You're quite right, Mrs. Hawkins. It is none of your business.
Emily Hawkins: I must say, Lieutenant, or Commander, or whatever you are, the Navy hasn't improved your manners any.
Anne Hilton: Please, Tony. Please, Emily. It's the Colonel's birthday, and we're trying to have a party.
Emily Hawkins: I'm sorry. I meant no offense to you, Jane. I simply feel that well-brought up young girls shouldn't be permitted to have such intimate contact with all sorts of...
Jane Hilton: All sorts of boys who've lost their arms and legs? They're young too, lots of them. But they weren't too young for that, Mrs. Hawkins, and I don't think breeding entered into it either.
Colonel William G. Smollett: Bravo, Jane.
Emily Hawkins: I don't care to debate it with you, Jane. But surely there are women more suited to such...
Jane Hilton: That's just it. There aren't women more suited. And women who might help, like you, Mrs. Hawkins, think you're doing your part if you attend a canteen dance for your own pleasure.
Anne Hilton: You're tired, honey. Why don't you go upstairs?
Jane Hilton: Yes, Mother. But there are just one or two more things I want to say.
Brig Hilton: Come on, darling. She's not worth it.
Jane Hilton: We're not V-girls! We're simply helping with the wreckage.
Jane Hilton: All right, Brig, let's go play with our dolls! Don't worry, Mrs. Hawkins. Please don't worry if our precious well-bred hands come in contact with those mangled bodies. We'll survive! Even if they dont!
[runs upstairs with Brig]
Emily Hawkins: Anne Hilton! What on earth has happened that you would permit a child of yours to talk that way without so much as...
Anne Hilton: Without so much as what? Thank heaven my child has the courage to say to you what should have been said long ago. And let me add that I'm ashamed. Ashamed that I've put up with you, that I've even known you.
Emily Hawkins: Well! From now on, you needn't know me. Don't you think for a minute you have me fooled, Anne Hilton. I've not forgotten how you felt about your husband joining up. And may I ask just what other noble sacrifices you've made to give you the privilege of being so self-righteous?
Anne Hilton: I'm afraid that's just it, Emily. I haven't really made any sacrifices. Oh, I haven't hoarded and cheated and done all the other selfish, unpatriotic things that you've done. But as far as making sacrifices, I'm afraid we're two of a kind. And the realization of it doesn't make me very proud or happy.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: How's Jane?
Anne Hilton: She's fine. Her thinking is as clear as a bell. How am I, why don't you ask?
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Trying to figure out what sacrifices you can make, is that it?
Anne Hilton: Don't Tony.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: I'm sorry. But after all you're been through, to have to listen to you berate yourself. You wouldn't sit down like a good girl and let me talk for a minute, would you?
Anne Hilton: All right. But I won't promise to listen.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Look, Anne. What's your guess as to why I joined the Navy?
Anne Hilton: Cause you want to do your part, just the way Tim did.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Don't kid yourself. I'm no Tim. I joined up because Top Hat suddenly seemed a little silly and I wanted to have some fun and excitement. I laughed up my sleeve at all the fellows who were giving out with noble motives, the Four Freedoms, and all the rest of it, but I found out that it all added up to a simple, corny phrase that I couldn't laugh off. Home sweet home.
Anne Hilton: I know.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: You do know? Listen, Anne, you're doing a swell job here at home holding things together. Those daughters of yours, they're pretty wonderful. I know Tim's going to be mighty pleased with them. Though I imagine he'll be a bit surprised at how Jane grew up without so much as a by-your-leave.
Anne Hilton: Yes, she grew up while Mother knitted. Or worse still, while Mother didn't even knit. That's the point, Tony. Can't you see it?
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Boy, I see what you mean now about not listening. I guess I was pretty dull at that.
Anne Hilton: All right, laugh at me. But it's settled in my mind once and for all. I have a husband who went off to fight for this home and for me - that's what you said, didn't you? And I have children. Children who had courage and intelligence while their mother lived in a dream world. Well believe me, I've come out of it. I buy your "home sweet home" idea, Tony, but I want to do something about it. Well, say something. Oh, don't tell me that the glib Tony Willett's at a loss for words all of a sudden.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Well, Annie, me girl. I'm afraid you're right.
Anne Hilton: [Fidelia places presents under the tree] What are those, Fidelia?
Fidelia: Mr. Hilton done sent these to me a long time ago and told me to put them under the Christmas tree just like we've always done.
[gets choked up]
Anne Hilton: Now, now, now, no tears, Fidelia. There's nothing to cry about.
Fidelia: I can't help it. He sent me something, too. Mr. Hilton never forgot me, even when he was fighting them devils.
Anne Hilton: He'll be so happy to hear that you're back on the old job again.
Fidelia: Yes, ma'am. Miz Hilton, can I confide you something?
Anne Hilton: Yes, Fidelia.
Fidelia: Brig sent her daddy his gift just like nothing had happened.
Anne Hilton: Of course she did. So did Jane. So did I.
Fidelia: You all did that? Miz Hilton, I guess I just ain't on the right side of the Lord. I just ain't had the right kind of faith. But I will have. From now on, I'll be a true believer.
Brig Hilton: I know! Why don't we take somebody into the house? You know, a roomer!
Anne Hilton: Oh, well, if you're going to throw away aces, Jane, that's fine with me.
Brig Hilton: But Mother, listen to me, why shouldn't we rent a room? There's such a terrible shortage.
Jane Hilton: Go away. Down with five.
Anne Hilton: It's perfectly ridiculous, Brig. A stranger in our home. Where you get your ideas is beyond me.
Jane Hilton: Certainly it's ridiculous. It's communism, that's what it is!
Brig Hilton: Oh, pooh! We could get an officer maybe. And it might be sort of like having Pop back.
Jane Hilton: An officer? You know, Mother, I think maybe she's right. I understand there's not a room to be had in town. It might be very patriotic of us to take an officer into our house.
Brig Hilton: Patriotism hasn't anything to do with it. You're just crazy about uniforms, that's all. Ha! Patriotic!
Jane Hilton: I think we should do everything we can for our soldiers. That's being patriotic, I...
Anne Hilton: Brig, Jane, now that's enough. Do you want to finish this game, or don't you?
Jane Hilton: 102. It's a blitz.
Anne Hilton: Turn out the dining room lights, Brig.
Brig Hilton: Suppose Pop were looking for a room in some crowded city like this.
Anne Hilton: Hurry up, Jane, it can't be that hard to figure out.
Brig Hilton: And suppose there were a nice family like ours that had three bedrooms for three people. Don't you think it would be just malicious of them not to want to rent a room to Pop?
Anne Hilton: Well, Jane?
Jane Hilton: I won almost $6,000. 592 points at $10 a point.
Anne Hilton: All right, deduct it from what you owe me.
Brig Hilton: And poor Pop, sleeping in the park!
Anne Hilton: All right, all right. Pop is sleeping in the park, and the people are all malicious, and we decide to rent him a room. Now you satisfied?
Jane Hilton: You will, Mother? You'll do it?
Anne Hilton: I didn't say I'd do it. I'll think about it.
Brig Hilton: I just knew you couldn't be mean like those characters in that other city. I wonder how much we can get for Jane's room.
Jane Hilton: My room?
Headwaiter at Steak House: The white fish, signor, is simply delicious. Grilled. You'll like it.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Two steaks, thick.
Headwaiter at Steak House: Lobster creole. Speciality of the house.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Two steaks, thick.
Headwaiter at Steak House: I must tell the truth, Commodore. We are fresh out of steaks since last Tuesday.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: This is a steak house. Look, it says right here, "thick Kansas City steak."
Headwaiter at Steak House: I can't help it, signor. There's a war on, you know.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: There's a war on, you know. Yes, I found that out. All right. Bring us whatever you have. Anything but hash.
Headwaiter at Steak House: Bravo, signor. You will be very happy, you'll see.
Jane Hilton: I beg your pardon, Colonel Smollett. There's someone here to see you. Your grandson.
Colonel William G. Smollett: William?
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: Hello, Grandpa!
Colonel William G. Smollett: To what peculiar combination of circumstances do I owe this visit, William?
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: Well, you see, I was transferred out here to Chamberlain Field, and I found out at your office...
Colonel William G. Smollett: Indeed? I wasn't even aware that the United States forces had been honored by your membership.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: I enlisted, sir. Last summer.
Colonel William G. Smollett: So. I don't think we need trouble these young women with your autobiography. Let's go into the living room. If you will excuse me.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: Excuse me.
Colonel William G. Smollett: I presume you've come to me for help of one sort or another with your tail between your legs.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: No, sir, I thought you might like - Well, you see...
Colonel William G. Smollett: Or is it money that you're after? Speak up, boy.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: I thought you might like to see me.
Colonel William G. Smollett: A very mistaken notion if ever you had one, and you've had plenty as we're both well aware.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: After all, I thought we may not see one another again. I don't know when I'll be shipped out.
Colonel William G. Smollett: Come, William. Let's not dramatize these things. There's no need for any pretense of affection between us. You've paid your courtesy call.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: Well, all right, if that's the way you feel about it! I'm sorry to have disturbed you.
Colonel William G. Smollett: You may drop me a line with your address. And if you have any affairs that require attention, I shall have my lawyers look after them. For your late father's sake. Now, I'm sure you will excuse me. I'm a bit tired.
Major Sam Atkins: Hello, Tony. I didn't know you were in town.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Hello, Sam. It's quite a dance you fellows are putting on here. What's the matter? You look upset.
Major Sam Atkins: Just got some bad news. Good evening, Mrs. Hilton.
Anne Hilton: Good evening, Major.
Major Sam Atkins: Plane crash. Don't say anything about it now, it might spoil the fun.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: That's too bad. Where'd it happen?
Major Sam Atkins: Right outside town. Lost one of my best boys.
Anne Hilton: What was his name?
Major Sam Atkins: Mahoney. He hit some wires.
Anne Hilton: Oh, not Johnny!
Major Sam Atkins: Did you know him? Well, I hope he wasn't, uh...
Anne Hilton: But it can't be! We were talking to him here just a little while ago.
Major Sam Atkins: I'm extremely sorry, Mrs. Hilton. I had no idea that you knew him. I shouldn't have said anything.
Anne Hilton: It was just that I liked Johnny very much. I know his father.
Major Sam Atkins: A terrible thing.
Soldier at Dance: Beg pardon, sir. The car's ready for you now, sir.
Major Sam Atkins: Be right there.
Soldier at Dance: Yes, sir.
Major Sam Atkins: I've got to go and examine the wreck. Not a very pleasant job, I can tell you. Good night.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Good night.
Anne Hilton: Oh Tony, how awful. His poor parents.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Lucky Johnny. Come on, Anne. Let's dance.
Anne Hilton: Dance?
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Look Anne, you'll be hearing plenty of things like this. Might as well get used to them now.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: [sirens wailing] Uh-oh. Yep. It's one of them all right.
Anne Hilton: What have we been doing? You weren't speeding.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Have things changed around here? Do you have to be doing something now before you get a ticket?
Police Officer: Where do you think you're going?
Lieutenant Tony Willett: I wish I knew. What's your guess? Gibralter? New Guinea? Kiska?
Police Officer: You stationed around here?
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Well, yes and no. Look officer, I don't want to be rude, but we're not in a particularly chatty frame of mind. So, would you mind filling out one of those pretty little slips and getting it over with?
Police Officer: You weren't doing anything.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: I wasn't?
Anne Hilton: Well, what's all this about?
Police Officer: Oh, it's just that it gets so lonely along this road since gas rationing. And say, ain't it a beautiful night?
Anne Hilton: Well, I hadn't noticed it before, but now that you mention it, officer.
Police Officer: Well, guess I'd better be checking in. Nice to met up with you folks.
Anne Hilton: Good night.
Police Officer: Get one of them Japs for me!
Lieutenant Tony Willett: If I lay my hands on one, I'll give him a ticket!
Hal Smith: You know, I've never been to the beach in my whole life.
Jane Hilton: I've never seen the ocean.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: You haven't?
Hal Smith: I never saw it till a couple of months ago.
Jane Hilton: But you're a sailor.
Hal Smith: I was brought up on a farm.
Jane Hilton: Oh, I see.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: I've never been on a farm.
Jane Hilton: You haven't?
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: I was brought up on an Army post.
Jane Hilton: Oh, I see.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: Do you mind if I smoke?
Jane Hilton: Of course not. Bill, why are you so... so timid about things?
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: What do you mean, Jane?
Jane Hilton: Oh, I mean about asking if you can smoke. Well, nobody else does that. And, well, I mean everything. Is it... I hope you won't think I'm being forward, but is it something to do with your grandfather?
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: No, it isn't that. Although I suppose I've always been sort of scared of Grandpa.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: You see, my father was a soldier. He was a colonel when he died. I guess all the Smolletts all the way back were soldiers. One of them was with Washington at Yorktown. Although sometimes I think Grandpa just made that one up.
Jane Hilton: I'm sure he didn't. You ought to be awfully proud.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: Oh, I'm proud, all right. But something went wrong with me. Mother died when I was born, so I never knew her. Well, of course I never knew her.
Jane Hilton: That's a shame.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: She could paint pretty well, china and things. I hope I can show you her work sometime. That is, if Grandpa...
Jane Hilton: If Grandpa what?
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: Well, if I go home. You see, I haven't lived home since West Point.
Jane Hilton: West Point?
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: Oh, Jane, you don't want to hear all about this, do you?
Jane Hilton: Not if you don't want me to, Bill.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: Oh, but I do of course. There's no one in the whole world that I'd rather explain - that I'd rather tell.
Jane Hilton: You were talking about how your grandfather always wanted you to be a soldier. Would you like a sandwich or something?
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: He wanted me to be a general.
Jane Hilton: But didn't you want to be a general?
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: Well, no I didn't.
Jane Hilton: But why not, Bill?
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: I had an idea it was more important to build things. But, I don't mean it isn't terribly important being a soldier. I don't know how we'd keep the things we build without them.
Jane Hilton: Of course. But you said you went to West Point. I should think you'd be a lot more than a...
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: More than a corporal, you mean.
Jane Hilton: Let's have a picnic sometime. I'll bring a - Bill, I didn't mean that. It's wonderful being a corporal.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: No, you meant that if I went to the Academy, I ought to be more than a corporal. Well, you might as well know it. I - I was kicked out and I broke Grandpa's heart.
Jane Hilton: I'm sure it wasn't your fault.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: Yes, it was.
Jane Hilton: Bill, come and sit down.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: Look. Grandpa's father carried this watch at Vicksburg. Grandpa gave it to me on my tenth birthday. He had it engraved for me. Read it. I'll light a match.
Jane Hilton: "To William G. Smollett, the Second, who will lead men to glory on the battlefield." You must have been terribly pleased.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: I said, "Grandpa, don't people hurt each other in war?" You see, I was only ten. He took the watch away from me. But he gave it back to me again when I entered the Academy. Aw, Jane, I did my best, but I could never make a good officer. I can't lead men, and I know it, so even if I led my class the way Grandpa thought I should...
Jane Hilton: "Grandpa, Grandpa, Grandpa." What about yourself? Why is it so important that you satisfy him, the old...
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: Because he loved me so. Yeah, I'm sure he did - once. But all through military school, from the time I was eight years old, I kept letting him down. I never even wanted to play with the tin soldiers he gave me. Grandpa kept telling me that if I was a Smollett I'd... But I gues I was always - well you know - weak. I was sort of a joke at the Academy, I only lasted a couple of months. Grandpa couldn't face his old cronies. Well, that's it. Now you can see what a mess I made out of everything.
Jane Hilton: You've done no such thing! You're fine and strong, but you're just sensitive, that's all.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: But don't you think I'm a failure after everything I've told you?
Jane Hilton: A failure? Just because you're not an officer? Why an officer I know, he said that you are the boys doing the fighting.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: Lieutenant Willett?
Jane Hilton: Yes.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: You think a lot of him, don't you?
Jane Hilton: Of course, but what's that got to do with it? You're a soldier, and I'm - that is, we're proud of you. And I hope you never get promoted. All those officers strutting around with their gold braid and everything.
Brig Hilton: Class president! Class pin-up girl. I heard all about how she got elected.
Anne Hilton: Oh, that's not fair, Brig. Becky's a very bright girl.
Emily Hawkins: She most certainly is. I would say that Becky's one of the brightest, and one of the most attractive girls in this town.
Anne Hilton: Oh, I wouldn't go so far as to say that.
Fidelia: No, ma'am!
Jane Hilton: How are things out at the field?
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: Oh, they're fine, thank you. How's everything with you?
Jane Hilton: Oh, just fine. I want to get a war job, but Mother won't let me.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: Well, I think she's right. You ought to stay home...
Jane Hilton: No, it isn't that at all. Mother wants me to go to college.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: Oh. Oh, gee. That would take four years, wouldn't it?
Jane Hilton: If I go.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: You don't want to go?
Jane Hilton: No, it's so silly. If I were three or four years older, I could be a Wave.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: Or a Wac.
Jane Hilton: Or a nurse. That's what I'd rather be most. A nurse.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: That would be swell if I was wounded.
Jane Hilton: You shouldn't say such things.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: Oh. I won't be wounded. I'll be killed.
Jane Hilton: Bill!
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: Oh, Jane would you care?
Jane Hilton: Well, of course I'd care, silly.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: Well, gee, that'd be fine.
Jane Hilton: What would be fine about it?
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: Well, I thought that if - Well, what I mean is I would be glad if you were sorry if I were killed.
Jane Hilton: What good would that do if you were dead?
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: Yeah, I guess you're right.
Jane Hilton: I don't ever want to hear you talk like that again.
Cpl. Bill Smollett 2nd: Okay. I'm sure sorry I missed your graduation.
Second Train Conductor: Tickets, please.
Brig Hilton: Conductor, can't we do anything to get this train going?
Second Train Conductor: I wish we could, but those supply trains have the right-of-way.
Brig Hilton: But we're going to meet my Pop! He's in the Army, and if this train is late, we may not see him before he leaves!
Second Train Conductor: Don't you think those tanks had better get through if you want him to come back?
Colonel William G. Smollett: He struggled so hard to be a soldier, because I insisted on it. I, in my infinite wisdom.
Anne Hilton: He would have been a soldier anyway, as things turned out.
Colonel William G. Smollett: Yes, but all he learned from me was the glory, the decorations, the parades.
Anne Hilton: Bill had character and courage. I know you gave him those.
Colonel William G. Smollett: I hope so.
Anne Hilton: He loved you.
Colonel William G. Smollett: Mrs. Hilton, I'm not a child. He hated me. To whom did that telegram come? Why, he didn't even list me as next of kin.
Anne Hilton: The telegram came to Jane, because they were to be married.
Colonel William G. Smollett: Oh, I didn't know, of course.
Anne Hilton: I should have told you before. Colonel, if only you could believe that he loved you. Don't you remember the message he sent you? That he was a Smollett, all right, and before the war was over, you'd be proud of him.
Colonel William G. Smollett: And I might have had that wonderful child as a granddaughter. Bill was fortunate to have known her.
Anne Hilton: Bill deserved her. He was such a good boy.
Colonel William G. Smollett: Yes, I dare say. The good die first. And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust burn to the socket.
Colonel William G. Smollett: Well, isn't anybody interested in this cake? By the way, Fidelia, just what was the experimentation you referred to in connection with this cake?
Fidelia: I tried something new. I bought it.
Lieutenant Solomon: It's a wonderful party, Mrs. Hilton.
Anne Hilton: It's Tony. He brings life to any party.
Lieutenant Solomon: Tony's doomed to go through life as everybody's darling.
Anne Hilton: Even to his men?
Lieutenant Solomon: Well, they don't think of him as darling, exactly. Hero worship's more like it. I'll bet he didn't tell you he's been recommended for the Navy Cross.
Anne Hilton: No, really?
Lieutenant Solomon: Uh-huh. Oh, he'll make jokes about it, but he's very proud of it.
Anne Hilton: Well, where did...
Anne Hilton: Oh, I want to talk to you, John Paul Jones.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: What have I done now?
Anne Hilton: The Navy Cross - that's what you've done.
[Tony glares at Lt. Solomon]
Anne Hilton: Yes, he told me. Do they give you a ribbon?
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Uh-huh.
Anne Hilton: Well what does it look like? What are the colors?
Lieutenant Tony Willett: [pointing at a ribbon on Lt. Solomon's chest] As a matter of fact, it looks just like that.
Lieutenant Solomon: Aw, stop it, Tony. This is an old one. It's last year's model.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Listen, Anne, he'll joke about it, but he's really very proud of it.
Anne Hilton: Well, he said the same thing about you.
Lieutenant Solomon: If you people will excuse me now.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Oh, he did, did he?
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Now I don't want to shock you, but it's no wonder those Italians can paint. There was a dame standing right in the middle of the street with a big tub of spaghetti, and she had - she had...
Anne Hilton: Now never mind what she had. I have a little imagination.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Yeah. Well, even as I looked at her, I thought, "She's good, but what are they all? What are all the women in the world compared with Anne?"
Anne Hilton: Tony, will you never stop?
Lieutenant Tony Willett: No, I'll never stop, Anne. As long as I can dream about you.
Anne Hilton: If you ever thought the dream had a chance of coming true, you'd...
Lieutenant Tony Willett: I'd what, Anne?
Anne Hilton: Finish it yourself.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: You make it pretty tough for me. I'd feel I'd been wrong about you all my life. I'd have to go looking for a new ideal. I'm afraid it's a little late for that.
Anne Hilton: What's more, you'd run for your life. But first you'd wring my neck, as I'd expect you to.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: That's right, and what would be the fun in that? I'd never be able to break my heart over you anymore.
Anne Hilton: Oh, Tony. Never grow up. Never, never. Or I'd lose something very dear to me. Something very dear to all of us.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: All right, but I'm going to sound awful silly someday making verbal passes at you when we're both in wheelchairs.
Anne Hilton: [laughing] You are looking forward to that.
Emily Hawkins: Good evening, Lieutenant Willett. I didn't know you were back in town.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Oh, yes. I've learned a new trick. The Navy thought I ought to bring it home. You know, for purposes of moral.
Emily Hawkins: I thought you already knew all the tricks, Lieutenant.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Touché, as we used to say in Minneapolis.
Anne Hilton: [as she passes by Colonel Smollett, who is fussing with a bunch of shoes] Having difficulties, Colonel?
Colonel William G. Smollett: Oh, hello, Mrs. Hilton. Do you by any chance know where I might get some shoe polish that isn't made of old sausages?
Anne Hilton: [Chuckles] I wish I could get some sausage that isn't made of old shoe polish!