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I'm in 1940, and you're in 1880.

You and people like you are a worse

danger to us than Hitler is. Yes, I mean it.

One day we may thank Hitler for some of

the things he's done to wake us up...

but we'll never look back

and thank you.

You believe that 40 million people exist

in England to make you comfortable.

You hate this war, because

you knock your shins in a blackout.

You grumble about it, because it deprives

you of your favorite German bath salts.

And what's more, you fear it, because

the common men who are doing the fighting...

may suddenly begin to doubt

the importance of risking their lives...

to keep the Uncle Willfreds and the

Aunt Irises an immortal part of England.

- Give me a glass of sherry, will you, Parsons?

- Yes, Miss Prudence.

- Shall we go into the library?

- Yes.

- Are you joining us, Father?

- Yes. Yes, shall we?

- Coming, Roger?

- Certainly.

We had some excellent chocolate meringues

tonight. I shouldn't miss them if I were you.

I'm afraid I was rather rude, Parsons.

On the contrary, Miss Prudence.

If I may say so, it had flavor.

- Janet Beaton.

- Here.

- Alice Morgan.

- Here.

- Rena Smith.

- Present.

- Jane Lindsay.

- Here.

- RoseJohnson.

- Here.

- Prudence Cathaway.

- Here.

- Violet Worthing.

- Present.

Red tape, that's what it is. They can see

we're here without calling out all them names.

- You live in Gosley?

- No, I live across the Downs, near Walsham.

I'm local. Do you know

any boys around here?

- No, I- I don't.

- You leave that to me. I'll fix you up.

All right, come through here.

Bring your bags.

- Name?

- Alice Webb.

- Size?

- Fourteen.

- Fourteen.

- Fourteen.

- Name? Size?

- Janet Walker.

- Twelve.

- Twelve.

- How's that?

- You look like a colonel. Wish I looked as well.

You? If I'm a colonel,

you're a full-blown field marshal.

- Got a lipstick?

- Yes, I think so.

- Here you are.

- Thanks.

- Think we're gonna like it here?

- I'm sure we are.

- What's your hut number?

- Twenty-seven.

Fine. That's mine too. How about trying

for a nice corner together, eh?

- What's your name?

- Me?

- Violet-Violet Worthing, ma'am.

- Take off that lipstick.

You're in the army now,

and makeup doesn't go with uniforms.

I'm sorry, I'm sure. I didn't know.

- Do you mind?

- Oh, no, not at all.

That's me and Joe.

Oh, isn't he

good looking?

- Joe's all right. He's gonna propose to me.

- Good for you.

- You married?

- No.

- Promised?

- No, not yet.

Well, look, Joe's picking

me up at 8:
00 tonight.

I'll give him a ring and get him

to bring along a boy for you.

Well, maybe some other night.

Joining up's enough to start with.

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