Buck Privates Page #2

to be okay.

Congratulations, my boy. You're

in the army by two ounces.

Two ounces?!

Double crosser!

Just for that, you go

to bed without your supper.

...and that I will obey the

President of the United States...

All:
... And I will obey the

President of the United States...

...And the orders of the

officers appointed over me

according to the rules

and articles of war.

All:
And the orders of the officers

appointed over me

according the the rules

and articles of war.

You men will report at the

High Street Armory at 7:00.

We will leave from the

railway station at 9:00.

Until then, dismissed.

I'm gonna go home

to my mama.

Will you get my hat, Martin?

I left it in the other room.

- Mr. Parker.

- Yes?

I've worked for you

for two years, haven't I?

- Yeah, that's right.

- Quite an experience.

I've carried you upstairs and put

you to bed any number of times.

- Why bring that up?

- I got you out of fights

with nightclub waiters and

gambling house bouncers.

- So?

- Remember that night I froze both my ears waiting for you?

And that little accident you had

where I took the rap and went to jail?

Look, Martin,

let's not reminisce.

But we're

in the army now

and I think it's time

I tendered my resignation.

- Very well, tender it.

- Yes, sir.

- What do you think of that?

- That gives me an idea.

- Turn on the heat and get me in the army, will you?

- So what?

- Why...

- No!

Well, what are you

waiting for?

- Detail!

- Detail!

- Halt!

- Halt!

Let the men fall out

until train time.

Yes, sir.

You men can fall out, but

don't go out of this area.

Say your goodbyes and when

I say, "fall in," be here.

Dismissed.

All right, girls,

you can go into action.

Cigarettes,

soldier?

Compliments

of the army.

Everything

all right here?

Oh, you look lonesome.

Won't you have an apple?

Cigarettes,

soldier?

Judy Gray, what are

you doing here?

- I joined the army.

- Go on.

Um-hmm. I'm a camp

hostess now.

It's something new.

We're going to try

to give the boys the feeling

that the camp is their home.

- Add the feminine touch.

- That'll make being drafted a lot more popular.

I think it's pretty popular right now.

- Your cigarettes, sir.

- Thanks.

See you later, Bob. Apples,

compliments of the army.

I'm sorry, sir,

but your mother's in sight.

- Go away. My mother?!

- Yes, sir.

Oh, that's all I need.

Scram, you beautiful things.

Come on, come on.

What is this?

She's coming

this way, sir.

Very good work,

Edmonds.

Fix your face, sir.

Fix your face.

Have an apple, boys?

Cigarettes?

Cigarettes?

Mrs. Parker:

Randolph, my boy.

- Hello, Mother.

- I phoned your father.

- Yeah?

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