A Foreign Affair Page #2

This genial reception augurs well

for the success of our mission.

I sincerely hope so. And now let us proceed

to a luncheon we have prepared for you.

A very simple luncheon. Powdered egg

omelette, probably, and a little Spam.

- Can I carry that for you?

- No, thank you.

I undertook to deliver it in person

to a Captain John Pringle,

stationed somewhere in Berlin, G2 Section.

- Could you tell me how to go about it?

- I could try.

Through army channels?

All I have is five days.

Captain Pringle!

Captain Pringle!

Captain Pringle reporting, sir.

Congresswoman Frost,

this is Captain Pringle.

Thank you. This is for you,

Captain Pringle. Happy birthday.

Or happy birthday yesterday.

I thought I could deliver it on time

but we were held up

in Newfoundland for 16 hours - fog.

- You brought this from America?

- Murdoch, Iowa.

Well, how is good old Iowa?

I was entrusted with this by a constituent,

or rather, his daughter.

I hope it's still in one piece. Open it.

Be glad.

Well, what do you know? Little Dusty.

- Untranslated subtitle -

It's a beauty.

I didn't know it was so personal.

Her name is really Pauline Rose

but we call her Dusty. Some joke.

- How long since you've seen her?

- Dusty? Four years.

Don't these boys ever get home?

Can't they be given a short leave?

- Certainly, if it's accrued.

- I don't want any leave.

- You don't?

- Oh, of course I do. Dying to.

We're all homesick

but personal feelings don't matter.

There's unfinished business here.

Now that we've won the war,

we mustn't lose the peace.

I hate to think of anybody

sitting in his lonely barracks

with a birthday cake on his knees.

I won't have the cake on my knees.

I won't be alone.

There'll be my buddies. I'll call them in.

We'll open up a case of root beer,

light the candles,

then Frankovitch and his ukulele.

Some old songs.

Why, it'll be like back home... almost.

Good to hear you talk like that.

General Finney wants you to go in his car.

I'll be right with you.

If you're a sample of the spirit prevailing

in Berlin, I feel better already.

- I'm a sample, all right.

- Goodbye.

You're losing something, Captain Pringle.

My handkerchief.

You blow your nose in nylon nowadays?

What do you know? There must have

been a mistake at the laundry.

We got a crazy old laundress.

You know what happened to Frankovitch?

He sent out his shorts and

got back a girdle. (Laughs)

Ask her how much.

No. This watch gold. Gold for teeth.

- A watch from steel.

- How's this?

No, this silver. Want steel.

You want steel.

No, want round watch, very big, nice face.

You're tough. All right,

let's look in the other drawer.

(Cackles) Mickey Mouse! Mickey Mouse!

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