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.

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