Follow the Fleet

Hey, listen, if you and your

nautical nitwits...

...are gonna give the girls their big break,

better shove off.

-We've dropped anchor.

-We have?

Say, will you guys let me forget

I was once a hoofer?

It sure seems swell to be getting back

where the women talk your own language.

You bet. It's gonna be great

to be able to talk to a dame...

...without using your hands.

Hey, you been holding out on me.

I didn't know you had a girl in your act.

-Give me that.

-Wait a minute.

That's why you joined the Navy.

You thought a torpedo would be easier...

-...to dodge than a shotgun.

-Don't be funny.

-I asked that little girl to marry me.

-What?

Yeah, and she turned me down.

Imagine a guy asking a dame to marry.

Say, what's become of her?

Oh, I heard from her

when we were down in Manila.

She's working here in Frisco.

Well. Maybe she's got a friend.

Let's go see her.

No, we're all washed up.

-Say, give me that picture.

-What do you want it for?

I thought you said

you were all washed up.

Oh, I just kept it

because I came out so good.

Lay aft for the 4:00 liberty party.

Boy, I hope I pick

something good this time.

I'm always getting schoolteachers.

Why not?

You got a lot to learn yet.

I want something with spangles on it,

like that ex-partner of yours.

Say, let's find her.

She probably wouldn't

even speak to me anymore.

The last letter from her, she said she

was working in a high-class spot...

-...where all the money goes.

-Yeah? Well, that's the way it is.

Listen, you mugs, don't forget

that liberty expires at 12:00.

We've got our orders.

Needn't wait up tonight, Mother.

We're going to Paradise.

Six admissions, please.

-Do you want any dance tickets?

-Dance tickets?

-How much are they?

-Three for 25.

-Give me one.

-One?

Yeah, to see if I like it.

What's the matter?

Don't your friends dance?

They're underage.

I hold them on my lap.

-Hey, Bake, where's Bilge?

-He stopped off to buy the beer.

He knows a place where you get

3 cents back on the bottles.

Hi, tiny.

I'll see you fellows. I gotta look

up a party in the telephone book.

Hello? Information?

Look, I want to get the number

of a Miss Sherry Martin.

She lives at 610 Hyde Street.

Yeah, all right.

Sorry, miss,

it's the rules of the Paradise.

No girls are allowed in without escorts.

I see. Women aren't even admitted

to paradise without a man.

Yeah.

Oh, there you are.

Don't bother. Your hands are full.

I'll get the tickets for us.

Two, please.

I'll explain to you when we get inside.

Did you bring your lunch too?

Thank you. You see,

I wanted to get in to see my sister.

She works here, and they wouldn't

let me in without an escort.

I thought you were trying to frame me.

Oh, no. You see,

I've never been here before.

My sister's asked me to come down.

I've never been able to.

I've always been so busy, but, well,

tonight I just felt like a little spree.

Well, I hope you find it.

I've sort of been playing hooky

all day today.

I spent the afternoon

watching the fleet come in.

Oh, gee, it was exciting.

If I were a man, I'd be a sailor.

Yeah, I know just how you feel.

They're pretty, aren't they?

I'll bet you're used to seeing

pretty girls all over the world.

I never give them a tumble, sister.

Women don't interest me.

I'll bet you dance beautifully.

No, not a step.

Well, I gotta be shoving off. So long.

-Come to Papa.

-You sure work fast, Bilge.

-Yeah, we're the slow ones.

-Lay off me.

Where did you pick up

that awful-looking crow?

She picked me up.

I think she's screwy.

She must be

if she tried to pick you up.

-Well, what will you have?

-Six clean glasses.

-Who is it?

-Connie.

Oh, Connie, come in.

I'm glad to see you. How'd you get away?

What about your music lessons?

I didn't feel like giving them,

so I just called up and said I was ill.

I guess it's just a touch

of spring fever.

This is a funny time to be having

spring fever, in october.

Well, things usually happen

to me out of season.

Connie, why don't you admit it.

You're lonesome.

Some men aren't half bad.

I don't know why.

I just seem to frighten them away.

You look too darned intelligent.

It isn't that gentlemen prefer blonds...

...it's just that we look dumber.

Maybe that's it.

It used to end up by my saying

I'd be a sister to them.

Now it begins by their saying

they'll be a brother to me.

That's the difference between us.

I make them say uncle.

Well, I can understand that.

You're attractive.

Connie, women weren't born

with silk stockings on, you know.

Well, I wear silk stockings.

And no one looks at them.

Well, men haven't x-ray eyes.

Though sometimes I wonder.

Gee, you must look lovely in this.

And so could you, if you wanted to.

Things have got to be

dolled up nowadays.

That's why they put brass on battleships.

Why don't you let me try to fix you up?

You'll be amazed how much

better it'll make you feel.

Even though I'm not a blond,

I could be dumb, couldn't I?

And you'll probably do all right too.

It takes a lot of brains to be dumb.

Let's try it.

Hey, Kitty!

Connie, this is Kitty Collins.

Kitty, this is my sister.

-How do you do?

-Hiya.

Will you fix her up?

Well, I'll do what I can, Sherry.

I've got to go on.

I'll be back after the number.

And remember the old saying,

"Clothes make the man."

Do you have to wear these?

Oh, no. I just wear them

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