An Officer and a Gentleman Page #5

Score! He got her.

My God, check Perryman.

Five years of marriage,

still in love.

That's what life's all about.

Hey, Seeger!

Remember those bodacious tatas

and her pal?

Right there they are, bud.

We ought to do something about it.

Captain Graves, so nice to meet you.

The boys speak so highly of you.

Lynette,

he has several people to meet.

- I'm so sorry.

- Captain Rufferwell.

Mrs Rufferwell!

Hello, Captain.

How are you? Nice to meet you.

Could you introduce us

to these two young ladies, please?

Paula, Lynette.

Miss Paula Pokrifki,

Miss Lynette Pomeroy,

may I present

Officer Candidate Sid Worley

and Officer Candidate Zachary Mayo.

Well, I hope you have a good time.

We already met.

We did?

You said it would

grow an inch by now.

- That was you guys?

- Yeah.

Would you like to dance?

Sure.

It's grown out

more than an inch, pal.

Would you like to get a drink?

Sure.

Let's go.

What kind of a name is Pokrifki?

Polish. What kind of a name is Mayo?

Italian. My mom was Irish.

No, thank you.

I think I got her ears.

The rest is all wop.

Where are you from, Mayo the wop?

Everywhere, nowhere...

Paula the Polack.

Seriously.

Seriously. Seriously...

My father's a rear admiral,

seventh fleet.

You're kidding.

We lived in ports

all over the world...

- Kathmandu...Moscow, Nairobi.

- Really?

I've never been out of Washington.

Wait a minute.

You're kidding me, right?

We don't have any

naval bases in Moscow.

- No.

- No. I didn't think so.

So...you got a girl, Mayo the wop?

No.

I ain't looking for one either.

What are you looking for?

I've heard about these girls who

come here looking for a husband.

- Not me.

- Yeah? Why are you here?

To meet interesting people,

improve myself.

What do you do, go to school?

No, I got a job.

I work over at National Paper.

It's a real good job.

I'm going to save

enough money, travel.

Think I'd like to go to Moscow.

You been through

the Dilbert Dunker yet?

No, but my father and brother

made it through.

I guess I can, too.

Is your brother a flier?

He was. He got killed.

- Vietnam?

- Yeah.

My brother died over there, too.

He wasn't a flier though.

I was only 12 when it happened.

I don't remember

that much about him.

I sure remember Tommy.

Mind if we talk

about something else?

We don't have to talk

about anything at all.

Do you think you'll make it

to getting your wings?

Who knows? Guys a lot smarter than me

been dropping out like flies.

You got to say you're going to do it.

Got to program yourself.

It'll happen.

You've just got to see

yourself making it.

I read this article

in Cosmo about that.

I swear.

Paula...you are a very,

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