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- California?

The sun shines and nothing ever happens.

Before you know it you're 60 years old.

It's no different from New York.

My sister's been trying to get out

of Brooklyn for 40 years.

Brooklyn? That ain't New York.

Once you cross that Brooklyn Bridge,

you're out of this world.

The only noise you hear

is the hardening of your arteries.

When I used to drive a hack...

...I had a pal who crossed that bridge

back in 1929.

- I ain't heard from him since.

- Me, I'll take Minneapolis.

Minneapolis?

Why, the grass still grows in the streets.

Besides, that ain't your hometown,

Peterson.

The hayseed's still sticking out

of your hair.

Yeah, but I can still milk a cow.

I bet you can't.

I'll get mine out of a bottle. That's

the closest I ever wanna be to a cow.

You're handy with the old bull.

Gee. Gee, we're sure lucky.

- Why? What do you mean?

- Oh, this whole trip.

Well, what about it?

Oh, a million fellas would give anything

to be in our shoes right now.

Why?

I don't mean just this flight.

I mean, well...

Everything we've got to look forward to.

How far do you think you'll get

as an enlisted man?

A lot of enlisted men get commissions.

Look at the training you get,

and the experience too.

Look, if you don't go through flying school,

you don't rate.

- I don't believe that.

- I know.

- Well, what are you in it for?

- Not for long.

I've had enough.

I'm getting out next month.

- You're getting out, huh?

- Yup.

- Well, I'm not.

- That's right, stay with it.

You stick to what you believe in, kid.

Don't listen to guys like him.

What are you gonna be in another 20 years,

sergeant? A brigadier?

No. But my boy is.

Him and me sort of like the old Air Corps.

You stay in the box, son,

and keep right on pitching.

Yeah.

Coming up forward, kid?

Yeah. Keep right on pitching.

- Everybody all right?

- Fine, sir.

- Good.

- Coffee, captain?

Yeah, please.

- Thanks, sergeant.

- Yes, sir.

- You want some coffee, Winocki?

- No, thanks.

- How's it going?

- All right, sir.

- I want to talk with you.

- Sure. Can I talk too?

Sure, go ahead. Get it off your chest.

- I want to get things straight with you.

- I think I'm straight.

- I don't know if you are, sir.

- I think I know what's bothering you.

- Do you?

- Yeah. And in a way, I don't blame you.

- You wanted to fly, be a pilot, didn't you?

- Who doesn't?

- You had your chance.

- Did I?

- Yeah. You blew it.

- That's what you think.

You couldn't make it. You scraped around

a while. When the going got tough...

Yeah, and you threw me up for grabs.

I didn't run you into Driscoll's plane

and cut his tail off.

- Oh, I know it was an accident, but...

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