A Girl in Every Port

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A sailor's heart has to be pure, Benny.

Our hearts wasn't pure so we got punished.

Don't trouble your head,

I'm the brains of this outfit.

- It's the civilians.

- Right.

They sell elephants to sailors

and sailors have to sell elephants back.

- And for more money.

- Right.

Well, brains and brawn -

America's secret weapon.

- Here's a letter, handsome.

- For me?

- Yeah, some optimist thinks you can read.

- Excuse me.

Understand you guys are in for life this time.

Well, cheer up, shouldn't be too long.

- We can wait. Hey, McGonagall.

- Yeah?

How about investing in a sure-fire

proposition? Double your money.

Last time I fell for that,

you doubled your money.

Be patriotic - reduce your bankroll

and fight inflation.

- Holy smoke, I'm an heiress!

- You're a what?

- Says I gotta go to...

- Let me see that.

Auntie left you 1450 bucks.

- We'll sue.

- What for?

- She was a civilian, wasn't she?

- Right.

- And what do civilians do?

- They sell elephants to sailors.

- And what do sailors do?

- Sell 'em back again for more money.

1450 bucks - chicken feed.

Probably more like a million.

They gypped us but we'll fight 'em, take

it to the Supreme Court, the United Nations!

My aunt never had no million dollars.

I don't hardly remember having no aunt.

Who cares?

As long as she left you the dough.

It says Tim has to go to the bank

to collect it.

By the time you get out of the brig, the

interest will be worth more than a million.

Man's got a point. Tell the lieutenant

we gotta see him. Show him the letter.

- Aye aye, sir. Anything else?

- Yeah, you owe me two bucks.

But, Benny, it ain't right

to sue my dead aunt.

- Whose money is this, anyway?

- Mine.

All right, if you want to be selfish,

I'll wash my hands of the responsibility.

You're on your own.

Lose a million dollars, see if I care.

But, Benny, I don't want a million, I

just want the $1450 my Aunt Gussie left me.

- Did you say Gussie?

- That's what it said in the letter.

I used to know a girl in Brooklyn

named Gussie.

Remember her?

- Is this her?

- She don't look like nobody's aunt to me.

I thought you'd recognise her. Shake hands

with the man who was almost your uncle.

You used to know my Aunt Gussie?

She'd carry my schoolbooks.

Sometimes she'd carry me.

We were practically as one. Even less.

If it hadn't been for the call of the sea

and the draft board

that money would have been mine.

- Yeah, but it says me in the letter.

- A mere technicality.

But I'm going to be big about it.

Not like some people.

- We're partners, aren't we?

- Right.

- Share and share alike?

- Right.

Gonna cut you in for half.

- Gee, thanks, Benny.

- Think nothing of it. After all, what's money?

Just about everything.

But don't sue Aunt Gussie.

Wouldn't be respectful, her being dead.

With my brains and 1450 bucks,

I'll run it into a million anyway.

You're going to put your brain to work?

Hear that? It's already working.

I told them not to let him

collect that money without me.

I knew somebody'd sell him an elephant.

Any idea what kind of elephant?

Search me, I only work here.

At ease.

Now then, Len, your partner Seaman Dunnevan

has got himself in a little trouble.

What'd they sell him, Brooklyn Bridge?

Put it back before they notice.

Benny, I didn't have enough to buy that.

- I bought a horse.

- A horse? Just what we needed.

Why a horse? Have we got a wagon?

Who's gonna feed him?

- I bet he eats like a horse too.

- He's a racing horse.

A racing horse. Not Man Of War?

We sold Man Of War

to that cluck in Honolulu.

- Had you forgotten?

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