G.I. Blues

Synopsis: Tulsa is a specialist in the US Army stationed in Germany. He loves to sing and has dreams to run his own nightclub when he leaves the army....but dreams don't come cheap. Tulsa places a bet with his friend Dynamite that he can spend the night with a club dancer named Lili, who is rumored to be hard to get. When Dynamite gets transferred, Tulsa is brought in to take his place. He is not looking forward to it, but in order to keep his money, he must go through with it.
Genre: Comedy, Musical
Director(s): Norman Taurog
Production: Paramount Studios
  3 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
104 min

- Keep 'em comin'!

- This ammo's getting heavier.

- I'm gonna hand in my resignation.

- It's a steady job, isn't it?

Room and board, fresh air,

good hours. What else you want?

- Only one more month.

- Wish I was out already.

Drop that shell

and we'll all be out. Way out!

Not bad,

the first tank crew on the moon!

Let's snap it up,

we move out at 0500.

1-6, this is 1-1,

I am in position, out.

Driver, stop! Gunner, HE.

- Fire!

- On the way!

Cease fire.


Driver, stop. Gunner, HE.

Over, right 2-0. Drop 200!

- White shack.

- Identified.

- Fire!

- On the way!

- Just like it had eyes.

- You should see me with a slingshot.

Driver, back to base.


- Roger.

- Home, James, and through the park.

Sarge, anything new on Frankfurt?

We transfer there tomorrow.

It's our last night, get me a date!

- Blonde, brunette or redhead?

- Bald, as long as she wiggles.

You know it!

Jeeter, orders just came in,

I gotta talk to Cookie.

I'll see if he's at the field CP.

Pretty Boy 5,

this is Pretty Boy 1-1.

- This is Pretty Boy 5, over.

- This you, Cookie?

- What's up, pal?

- Frankfurt.

Ain't it great? I just heard. Direct.

It changes our plans for tonight.

Have to cancel out

the Ratskeller, I got other plans.

Cancel out? We were gonna

break in some new numbers!

Sorry, but there are some cute

numbers I have to break off with.

I have to say goodbye.

You finally get Mller to

put us on, and then wave bye-bye!

I didn't mention waving.

Cookie's right, Tulse.

Our careers come first.

You win, I'll do my playing,

but only until 10.

Talking of Frankfurt,

I picked up some hot news.

- Get this. Marla's there.

- Marla?! In Frankfurt?

Did you hear what I just heard?

- Do I hear thunder?

- Are you blind?!

Blind? He hit it, didn't he?

- Aren't we lucky?

- What luck! What are we gonna do?

Here comes trouble.

OK, OK, chattering on the radio

and a thrown track! What happened?

- Sorry, Sarge. My fault.

- You're the driver, ain't ya?

He said sorry.

Can't this army take an apology?

He threw a track, Sarge. Tough job.

Shut up.

Should I call the Automobile Club?

- Would you do that, Sarge?

- Don't just stand there. Fix it!

The whole crew stays till it's done.

Sarge, that'll make it pretty tough

to fix that date for you.

- Yeah. Ride with me, Dynamite.

- Wait a minute!

Somebody has to make out the report.

"Somebody has to make out

the report."


Dames is money in this army, Tulsa.

- Don't look at me, I'm broke.

- I'd like to be as broke as you.

Cookie! You know,

I was on that tank for four hours.

Next time

I'm putting in for General.

Not me,

you're looking at a born civilian.

When am I gonna get

that 300 you guys owe me?

Every day

it's the same question, Sarge!

I just don't happen

to have it on me. No pockets.

- Somebody grab my soap?

- I think we had it for breakfast.

Where's my soap?! Throw me my soap!

All right, all right...

- Tulsa!

- Hiya, Lizzie.

I borrowed my uncle's car.

We go for a ride later?

Sorry, we gotta play tonight.

You don't understand,

I mean here.

- But I have the car.

- Maybe after we're finished.

Keep your motor running, honey.

You're in for a treat, Sarge.

We're playing here tonight.

- Just look at that shape.

- It ain't my type. Where's Dynamite?

- Hey, Sarge.

- I see you got your pockets on.

The geld. I'll take

any part of that 300 bucks.

Sarge, you've been very patient,

so whatever we get tonight,

you get half, OK?

I'll be waiting.

- Here's Papa Mller.

- Bye, Sarge.

- Hi, Papa Mller. We're here.

- Ready for the audition.

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