Bright Eyes

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Taking off at 9.10.

All clear, George.

Watch for the light.

Glendale calling NC95W.

Go ahead.

NC95W answering Glendale.

I'll be in in about

five minutes.

How'd you make out, Loop?

Did you get your passenger

there on time?

I got him there just

in time to see his wife.

Have you seen Shirley

around anywheres?

No, not yet,

but she'll be here.

She always is

when you come in.

Where are you goin'?

I'm going to the airport.

ZJump in.

I'll give you a lift.

Thanks, mister, but I'll

have to get a faster car.

I'm in a hurry.

You're the most particular

hitchhiker I ever saw.

Well, thanks, anyway.

Hello, Shirley.

Goin' to the airport?

Yes, thank you.

Come on, hop in.

That-a girl.

Hello, Loop.

I bet you wish you

were up there with him.

I will be someday.

Contact.

Contact.

Ha ha ha!

Come on.

Contact. Ha ha!

Hiya, Loop.

Hiya, Bill. Check the oil

when you gas it.

Yowzuh.

Come on, honey.

Up you come.

There.

Hello, Shirley.

- Hello, honey. How was it, Loop?

- Hello,Jack.

A little bumpy over the hills.

Are you off again?

Sure. I'll be eating

my Christmas dinner...

in New York tomorrow.

Well, Merry Christmas, Shirley.

Merry Christmas

and lots of tailwind.

- Ha ha ha! Thanks.

- So long.

You wait here, honey.

I'll be right back.

- Hiya, Tony.

- Good morning, sir.

Hello, fellas.

- Tony.

- Yes, missy?

You didn't dust

my daddy's picture.

Here, missy.

You givin' your daddy

a clean face?

Yes. Don't you think

he needs it?

I think you do, too.

Here. Wet.

There you are,

young lady. Come on.

My daddy could fly better...

than anybody in the world,

couldn't he?

That's right- better than

anybody in the whole world.

You know, your daddy

and I were pals...

ever since we were

about as big as you are.

He was my best friend.

That's why I'm your godfather.

And then one day,

he cracked up...

and went away to heaven,

didn't he?

That's right.

I'll bet when I'm a flyer,

I won't crack up.

When you're ready

to be a flyer...

we're gonna buy you

a great big noncrackable ship.

Say, that reminds me.

I found an old scrapbook...

the other day with some pictures

of your daddy and me in it.

- Would you like to see it?

- Oh, yes!

I'll get it.

- Hi, Harry. Grab some of these, will you?

- Sure.

Hello, honey.

Hello, little boy.

I'm not a little boy.

I'm a little girl.

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

Well, I just didn't

want to take any chances.

Now, that's mistletoe.

And when you hold it...

over anybody's head,

you can kiss them.

Beat it, you chiseler.

OK, kid.

Move over.

There's your daddy

on the day...

he broke

the transcontinental record.

And there's your daddy and me

when we first got our wings.

We'll skip that.

Wait a minute.

There ought to be...

another one

in here someplace.

Who's that?

A girl I used to know.

She's a pretty lady.

I used to think so.

But it's not enough

to be pretty here.

You've got to be

pretty in here, too.

How can you be

pretty in there?

By thinking

the right thoughts...

and doing

the right things...

and eating plenty

of spinach. Ha ha ha!

Say, we better call up

your mother...

before she starts

to worry about you.

She won't worry

as long as I'm with you.

Fledrich 4230.

Good heavens.

Will no one

answer the phone?

Hello.

May I please speak

to Mrs. Blake?

Mary.

Mary.

Yes, ma'am?

The telephone- for you.

Thank you.

Hello?

This is Loop.

I just wanted you to know

that Shirley's with me.

Hello, Mother.

I'll have one of the boys

drive her home later.

All right, Loop.

Thanks.

Mary.

Yes, ma'am?

I don't approve of all

these telephone calls.

I'm sorry.

And I don't approve

of all these aviators...

who keep coming here

to see your little girl.

She's sort of a pet with them.

They all knew her father.

I know that,

but I really can't have it.

You know it isn't everyone

who'd engage a maid...

with a small child.

I have no fault to find

with your work...

but if you want

to stay on with us...

you'll have to

correct these things.

Yes, ma'am, I will.

Very well.

I told you

when you engaged her...

that it wouldn't work out.

Well, she was so pathetic

about wanting a nice home...

for her little girl...

that I let my sympathy get

the better of my judgment.

I'll let her go

right after the holidays.

Hmm. Fine.

Ah. Through with

the upstairs already?

Yes.

What's wrong, dearie?

Mrs. Smythe doesn't want me to

have any more telephone calls.

She don't? Well, well, now,

ain't that too bad.

Ha! Her and

her highfalutin ways...

and him that finicky.

They both give me a pain.

Tut tut, Elizabeth.

I shall not stand here...

and listen to you

defame our employers.

What?

Besides, I have to go

down to the post office.

Ha ha ha!

Don't forget

to pick up those things.

What things, my love?

Don't you remember?

The things I told you to get?

Oh, you fool, you.

The sewin' kit I told you

to get for Shirley.

Oh, right.

I wanted it to be a surprise.

I guess it won't matter

if you know.

ZJust a bit

of a Christmas gift.

You're awfully kind.

Aw, go on.

I bought a few things for her.

Not very much, of course.

It was different

when her father was alive.

Oh, yes, the poor young fellow.

Well, it must be

a comfort to know...

you're doin' the best

you can for the little one.

She's a sweet child.

Not like that young one of theirs.

There's a brat if ever one lived.

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