A Yank in the R.A.F. Page #2

into a snowstorm and had to make a detour?

I know all about that "detour".

Her name was Irene.

So that's what you thought. I knew I could

clear it up if I could see you and explain.

That's the best thing you do. Explain.

Don't bother. I'm not interested.

As far as you and I are concerned, it's over.

You understand? Finished, done. Now scat.

That's a fine way to treat a guy who just flew

all the way across the Atlantic to see you.

You flew the Atlantic?

I heard you were in England.

Nothing could keep me away.

- I don't believe you.

- But it's true, honey, so help me.

I've changed. You'll be surprised.

- You'll never surprise me again.

- Hey, wait a minute.

I'm not gonna take that for an answer

after flying 3,000 miles to be with you.

Oh, stop it. I've got work to do.

Oh, my, you make an awful cute soldier.

Great idea, enlisting the chorus.

Funny nobody thought of it before.

I'm not in the chorus. And it's not funny,

my trying to help out. At night, I dance at...

- Where?

- Never mind where. And keep away from me.

There you go again.

Still talking about the old Baker.

The new Baker's a pretty steady model. What

harm could there be in giving me a tryout?

I tell you what I'll do.

I'll stay in London. They need fliers.

They need fliers in the RAF.

But that's hardly in your line.

If I remember correctly, you black out

at less than a thousand a month.

Why don't you give me credit? I have ideals.

I have as many ideals as the next fellow.

You've got the wrong word. You're talking

about ideas, and yours isn't going to work.

- Aw, honey, don't be that way.

- (sighs)

- I haven't looked at another girl.

- Well, I've looked at other men.

Maybe, but not in the same way you looked

at me that first night in Kansas City.

Remember?

You were going east, I was going west. Then

we saw each other and I was going east too.

That old spark's still there.

Sure, we've been off-course a few times,

but we can get back on again. Why fight it?

Young man, what are you trying to do?

I'm trying to kiss her.

Apparently, the seriousness

of our work has escaped you.

I'm sorry, Lady Fitzhugh.

You really should be ashamed

of yourself, young man.

What time do you go off duty, m'lady?

I... Really!

(lively swing music)

I'm sorry, sir. This table is reserved.

- For whom?

- Lord Delby, sir.

Oh. His Lordship prefers

something less conspicuous.

You might give him the table

you were going to give me.

(d "Hiya, Love")

- Frightfully good, isn't she?

- Yeah. Frightfully.

Would you like me to introduce you?

Awfully decent of you, old chap,

but I already know her.

Oh.

Then would you mind introducing me?

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