Anchors Aweigh

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On behalf of your commanding officer,

I'm sure I can tell Mr. Jos Iturbi

that the officers and crew

of this ship are grateful to him

for coming here to lead

our Navy bands in this ceremony.

Along with every other civilian,

it is I who am grateful to you

and to all the men

in the United States Navy.

The men who are to be decorated

are present, sir.

Joseph Brady,

Gunner's Mate Second Class.

Clarence Doolittle, Seaman First Class.

During the action aboard

the USS cruiser Knoxville

these two men

remained at their stations

serving their gun

until the ammunition was exhausted.

When by force of explosion,

Doolittle was blown overboard

Joseph Brady, without regard

for his own personal safety

dived into the sea

and rescued his shipmate.

Acting for the secretary of the Navy,

I award you both the Silver Star.

- Congratulations, Brady.

- Thank you, sir.

- Congratulations, Doolittle.

- Thank you, sir.

To the men who formally

served on the Knoxville

including those I've just decorated

you'll be granted four days' leave,

effective immediately.

Leave your quarter.

Let me through, boys.

Yeah, I'm hopeful.

The poor little fellas.

They gotta stay and mind the ship

for the admiral.

- That's right.

- That's it, rub it in.

They don't get to go to Hollywood

where the beautiful dames

grow like oranges.

Where all you gotta do is reach out

and pick them right off the street.

- Congratulations, Joe.

- Thanks.

You'll probably visit the studios

if you see those stars,

will you get me some autographs?

Oh, no, not this baby.

After eight months at sea

it ain't a bunch of autographs

I'm gonna wind up with. Here.

- I got plans.

- What kind of plans, Joe?

Well, in Hollywood,

I've got a little plan named Lola.

Oh, that Lola.

I tell you, she's a...

Well, it isn't exactly that,

but it's a...

- No, it isn't that either.

- Tell us about her, Joe.

- Yeah.

- Well

notice how different the band

sounded with that guy Iturbi leading?

- That was good.

- Lola's kind of like that.

Put her with the most beautiful dames

in the world

she's the one you'd see, that's all.

You mean she's different, huh, Joe?

I wouldn't say that.

If you like dames, what's the point of

getting one different from other dames?

No, I guess it's just that whatever

the others have, Lola has more of it.

Does she got a sister?

Hey, what makes you think

this Lola is still waiting?

Dames have been known to wander.

From me? Please, sailor,

leave us not talk mutiny.

Fall in to the port side of the hangar

deck for special leave.

Oh, do you think

we can tear ourselves away?

Yeah, but it'll be tough.

- We hate to leave.

- We hate to leave.

But when they give you leave

You gotta leave

Oh, our hearts bleed

For all of you guys aboard

But right now

Sympathy is a thing we can't afford

- We hate to leave

- We hate to leave

- We hate to leave

- We hate to leave

Without you guys along

We'll grieve and grieve

But we'll be back, yes, we'll be back

Before we're even missed

And tell you guys about the countless

Dames that we have kissed

Believe us, mate

Believe us, mate

We really hate to leave

You know, Clarence,

I think it's awful, us going ashore

leaving these guys here

in their undershirts

and we gotta go meet beautiful dames

in their soft silk dresses.

Yeah, but duty is duty,

and an order is an order.

You know, I know some guys

that get a thrill

out of meeting a gorgeous gal

every night.

We hate to leave

We hate to leave

But when they give you leave

You gotta leave

No more pinup gals

That we so enjoy

Tonight, fair boys

We get to meet the real McCoy

We hate to leave

We hate to leave

But we'll be back before

The anchors heave

We wanna stay, we wanna stay

Our hearts are with the ship

But the admiral made us take this leave

He beat us with a whip

Believe us, mate

Believe us, mate

We really

Hate to leave

But, honey, I saved every minute

of my leave for you.

Oh, why shouldn't I have?

Oh, you're the only one any place

I wanna see.

What's he doing wrong, Joe?

He's dead, that's all. Watch.

But ho...

But, honey, I don't wanna meet

your boyfriend's ex-girlfriend.

I wanna meet you.

Well, you'll be sorry.

You'll be sorry.

Hello, Ms. Laverne?

Ms. Lola Laverne?

Is this the face that launched

a thousand ships?

Yeah. Yeah, it's Joe, all right.

Don't anybody even want

a cup of coffee?

No business.

Well, it'll be a couple hours

before I hit Hollywood.

Can you wait?

Oh, I know what you mean, baby.

But you just try.

Let's decide that later,

after eight months at sea

all I wanna do is just look at you

for a long, long time.

Oh, you'll like. For sure.

- Come on, get a move on.

- Come on.

Come on, eight months

is a long enough time to wait.

Hello?

Hello, you beautiful creature.

When you hear the tone, the time

will be exactly 6:10 and one quarter.

Buy war bonds.

Thank you, I will.

Hey, you guys,

the buses for Hollywood pulled up!

- Get me to Hollywood.

- Here we come.

- Here we go, boys. Come on.

- Hey.

- Give my regards to Lana Turner.

- Who needs a house in Hollywood?

Anchors Aweigh

Farewell to college joys

We sail at...

Hey, sonny.

- Hello.

- What's the matter?

Nothing. Why?

It's late at night,

where are you going?

- To join the Navy.

- Oh, well, you...

- Gonna what?

- I said, I'm going to join the Navy.

- Wait a minute.

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