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- Sure.

Hey, Mike. Don't you leave me too.

What do you want me to stay here for?

I mean, after all, that's silly.

I don't even know the girl.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Where is everybody?

- In there.

- Oh.

I guess you don't remember me.

Should I?

Gosh, you sure look different.

Different from what?

From when you were a pompom girl.

- A pompom girl?

- Yeah, back in Youngstown High.

Oh!

You'll have to forgive me, corporal.

It was a long time ago.

So you're from Youngstown.

Yeah, I'm Rick Williams.

Yes?

My father was your dentist.

Oh, really?

Gee...

...your teeth sure turned out beautiful.

Thank you.

Dad still keeps your pictures

in his office.

Those before and after things?

Just to show

what a wonderful job braces can do.

How nice.

Yeah.

Well, it's been nice

seeing you again, corporal.

Well, how's your father?

He's fine.

Youngstown sure misses your family.

Why, you can't get a good malt

in the old town anymore.

That's too bad.

The fella that took over

your father's shop?

Well, he cut the ice cream down

to one scoop.

If you'll excuse me, corporal,

I have a few things to do.

- Goodbye.

- Bye.

Hi, Nell. I'm Rick's buddy.

If you're looking for Doris and Ruth,

they're getting gussied up.

Hey, you better hurry up.

We haven't got much time.

NELL:
Would somebody tell me

what this is all about?

Waiting for you made the boys late.

So we're driving them back

to Travis Air Base.

NELL:

But how can we?

- What about the premiere?

- We'll be back.

That's why we're dressing now

so we can go straight to the theater.

Suppose we have a flat tire

or something?

Kids, I can't be late. I've gotta tape

an interview with Louella Parsons.

Honey, Rick's going overseas tonight.

Maybe he didn't tell you.

But I don't even know him.

He didn't know me

until just a few minutes ago.

Doris and I guessed that an hour ago.

But he's been reading your publicity.

And besides,

his father was your dentist.

You two have a lot in common.

Here, climb into this.

MAN 1:
Travis tower to 95O4,

into left-hand traffic runway, 2-1 left.

Altimeter 3O1 O.

MAN 2 [O VER RADIO]:

9504, roger out.

MAN 3 [O VER RADIO]:

Travis tower 4682, turning base.

MAN 1:
Travis tower to 4682, base leg,

check turning final.

[HORN HONKING]

- What's the trouble, Collins?

- Movie stars, sir.

And I can't let them in.

What a pity.

Anything I can do?

We've driven all the way

from San Francisco.

Can't we see the boys take off?

Well, I think under the circumstances,

that can be arranged.

- Thanks.

- Gee, thank you, sir.

Collins...

...give the girls a visitor's pass.

- I'll be responsible.

- Yes, sir.

Thank you, Collins.

- Say, how about some autographs?

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