Born Reckless Page #3

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I don't wanna have

any responsibility.

I'm sorry I can't

have you along with me.

Frank, aren't you going

to speak to me?

Jo! What are you doin' down here, monkey?

Hello, UncleJim.

Oh, I want you to meet

my friend Louis Beretti.

Louis and I have decided

that we're gonna be buddies.

How do you do, young man?

How do you do?

Oh- How are you?

Jo, I want you to meet Louis too.

Louis, this is my sisterJoan.

She's a great girl, but she's kind of fond

of herself.

Pleased- Pardon me, doc.

- Pleased to meet you.

- How do you do, Mr. Beretti?

I hope Frank can bring you down to see us

whenever they let you off.

So do I.

I'm sure you'll both be captains before

it's over over there.

Well, he's made

a good start already.

- You're right, General.

- Thanks, thanks.

All these men offering

themselves to their country.

They've come from

the highways and the byways...

the machine shop and the store.

They've dropped

the plowshare for the sword.

It's upon the lives

of such men as these...

that our country must rely...

to bare their open, manly breasts...

to the beast that is ravishing

the motherland.

Somebody swiped my watch!

All right, pick up your bags.

Hold up your heads!

Pull in your chins and your bellies!

Squads, right!

Ho!

One, two, three, four!

One, two, three, four!

I told 'em I was a burglar.

- Look what they give me.

- Hut, two, three, four.

Hut, two, three, four.

Hut, two, three, four.

Oh!

- How many times have I told you-

- Hey!

Hey, you lop-eared,

screw-eyed sons of-

Oh, excuse me, Father.

I didn't know you was the umpire.

Hey, why don't youse guys make home plate

that manure pile and bat the other way?

- Do you wanna kill somebody?

- Aw, go wash your face!

- Come on!

- Let's beat it!

- What is it, a German?

- Here.

You mule-eared, dog-faced...

son of a pop-eyed-

That general can swear

as good as I can.

Big Shot just sent us over

another bunch of cigarettes from home.

I guess he must've been

robbing a warehouse.

Well, I hope they don't catch him

before the war's over.

Oh, uh...

you heard from your sister lately?

Yeah.

She sent me this.

Nice fit, isn't it?

Yeah. Well, I got a postal card

from her myself.

Hey, you've told me about that postal card

about 50 times.

Why don't you have it

framed or something?

I think maybe I will.

Yeah, and hang it on the fireplace

under your crossed "spoys. "

Your spoys.

You know, your spoys.

- Spoys.

- Oh!

- You mean my spoys?

- Yeah, that's it.

I think I'll-Well, well!

Hello, Cheri, old girl.

How are ya?

- Bonjour, monsieur.

- Bonjour.

Hey, Cheri, get a load of that.

Papa!

"Papa, sugar. " Say, listen.

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