The Wings of Eagles Page #3

And you can live in it forever.

No, Spig. I'm a little tired.

I want to relax a little bit.

I want to drink a little bit...

...and I want to spend

a little more than we can afford.

Okay, you've had your say.

Now, let's throw the kids and the bags

in the jalopy and get on the road.

- We haven't much time.

- Okay.

You take the high road,

and I'll take the low road...

...and we'll see who gets

to the poorhouse first.

But my road leads here. Right here.

It's like you got a shiny desk

with a great big drawer marked "Navy"...

...and a big drawer marked "flying"...

...and a tiny little drawer

marked "Min."

Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera,

and so on and so on.

Well, there's not much air

in my drawer, Spig...

...and I'm finding it

pretty tough to breathe.

I think you're getting too big

for your drawers.

No, no, no, ma'am.

I'll give you a clue.

Coronado, California.

C, like in "crap game."

Yes, ma'am,

I want you to keep trying.

Stick and stay, bound to pay.

- That's my way, Susie Mae.

- Hey, Spig.

- Beautiful?

- Is it on the level?

Ask me when we get to Bombay,

Paris or Hong Kong.

Which reminds me. Since when have you

been cutting orders on me, boy?

Not me, Johnny.

Me and Admiral Moffett.

- Pincus, what's bothering you?

- It's my foot, sir.

You win a bet from him, his feet hurt.

No, I keep my money in my shoes.

- Every time I pay, it hurts.

- Knock it off.

Attention.

- Wead, did you announce this?

- Yes, sir.

- Do you like it?

- Yes, sir.

War and football

draw the biggest crowds.

So now we'll have an

Army-Navy race around the world.

Sir, the whole country will

be sitting in on it.

Congress is sitting in on it.

In fact, Congress is sitting on it.

They've ordered a special hearing

tomorrow for you and me.

- Shut up and get off the phone, you stupid...

- Carson!

Evening, sir.

- Hello, Pincus.

- Good evening, sir.

- How's the wife?

- Fine.

- And them lovely kiddies?

- Fine. Nice to see you.

Yes. Yeah. It's... It's for...

I got her, Spig. Sir.

Hello.

Hello. Min?

Yeah. Did you get my wire, hon?

It looks like we're gonna be gone

about a month.

Oh, you know how I am

about writing letters.

They all sound like interoffice memos.

Tell her you love her.

Looks like we'll be back here

a couple of years.

Why don't you move on out?

Of course I miss you.

That's what I'm trying to say.

Look, I found a swell apartment, hon.

It'll be just great for the kids.

About a block from a kindergarten.

Of course, it'll be a little noisy.

It's right near the airfield

and my squadron's planes...

Well, anyway, I finally got her.

Well, I didn't.

Round the world.

Come and see this.

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