A Yank in the R.A.F. Page #5

the nearest German parachutist.

They undoubtedly carry duplicates.

- They're quite thorough, you know.

- So I've heard.

- I'm afraid I've botched this.

- How far did you expect to get on one rotor?

- I hoped to learn your name.

- Why? I don't know yours.

- I'm John Morley.

- How do you do, Mr Morley? Goodbye.

Goodbye, licence BHX 528.

Friend of yours, Morley?

My cousin, sir, from Glasgow.

She's going to spend a few days in London.

When your cousin spends

a few days in London,

does she usually dance and sing with eight

beautiful girls at the Regency House?

You don't say, sir. I'm afraid

my aunt will be terribly upset.

(laughs)

Very sorry, sir, but they're all reserved.

I can give you something not too far back.

That won't do, Louis. I want to get

a close look at the chorus.

That's what everybody wants, sir,

a close look at the chorus.

There must be something you can do.

This is an important occasion.

There is a flying officer

at one of our best tables.

- And I'm a squadron leader.

- So you are, sir. This way, please.

Sir, there is a mistake in the reservations.

Would you let me find you another table?

Definitely not.

Excuse me, sir, but I'm sure the squadron

leader will consider it a personal favour.

It's rather important to me.

I'm afraid you can't use your rank to exert

pressure. I'm not ambitious in a military way.

- I'm sorry, sir.

- But if you share my table, I've no objection.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you, sir. And thank you too, sir.

(d "Another Little Dream

Won"t Do Us Any Harm")

- Good, isn't she?

- Very good.

- The singer, I mean.

- So do I.

Really? Would you like me

to introduce you, sir?

- Thank you, but I already know her.

- You do?

How is it everybody knows her but me?

Would you like to introduce me?

No. Anyone who creates

competition for himself is an ass.

- I agree, but I thought I'd try.

- Thanks for the use of your table.

- You're going to meet her now?

- Yes.

If opportunity knocks, shove in

a good word for Roger Pillby.

If opportunity knocks, I'll be speechless.

Thank you.

(both whisper)

- Hello there.

- Hello.

I hate to seem persistent.

- Well, let's face facts. You are.

- Yes, so I am.

Now we've run into each other,

we can have supper.

Oh, I'd like to very much, but...

I'm afraid my husband wouldn't like it.

Your... Oh, really? You're married?

That's the way one usually gets a husband.

It's rather stupid of me. I suppose I should've

considered that possibility, but I didn't.

He wouldn't like me

dismantling your distributor.

No, I'm afraid he wouldn't.

There's nothing wrong with what I did.

That car's as good as ever.

Better, now I know its innermost secrets. Bye.

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