Girls! Girls! Girls!

Synopsis: Elvis plays Ross Carpenter, a fishing guide/sailor who loves his life out on the sea. When he finds out his boss is retiring to Arizona, he has to find a way to buy the Westwind, a boat that he and his father built. He is also caught between two women: insensitive club singer Robin and sweet Laurel.
Genre: Comedy, Musical
Director(s): Norman Taurog
Production: Paramount Pictures
  Nominated for 1 Golden Globe. Another 2 nominations.
 
IMDB:
5.6
Rotten Tomatoes:
40%
PG
Year:
1962
106 min
Website
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Captain! Captain!

Ross! Strike!

Hold her down, Chen!

l got a strike!

- What you got?

- lts putting up a fight!

Dont let it get away.

- Maybe youd better give me a hand.

- Right.

Watch it!

OK, Mr Morgan, shes all yours.

Watch yourself!

Thanks. Heart attacks are so common.

ld hate to bury him at sea.

- Arthur! You reel him in.

- Shut up and give me another pill.

Open your mouth... There you go, sport.

OK, Chen. Lets haul it in.

OK, Chen. Now.

Put a canvas over it, Chen.

- Where is it?

- lts in the bow, Mr Morgan.

- l like the way you did that.

- Thanks.

Ahoy, Kingfisher!

Ahoy, West Wind!

- Well race you!

- Why? You know l cant beat you.

- A sailboat take a fisher?

- l let them win.

- l can see why.

- Theyre girls!

See you at the dock, Ross!

- Sure is a beauty.

- Which one?

The boat! Sharp, aint she?

- Real yare, Jack.

- Ross.

Why dont you relax

and come get some sun with me?

- Why not check on your husband?

- No!

Take a look, Chen.

- Mr Morgan, hes sleeping.

- Thats him!

- Dont you feel sorry for me?

- ln a way, yeah.

-You must get a lot of this.

- Quite a bit.

Youd think the fish smell

would keep them away.

- You wanna keep them away?

- No! l like girls.

- Not as much as the boat.

- l live on her. ld like to own her.

- Whats stopping you?

- Money.

That shouldnt be a problem.

- You must be kidding.

- No, l wouldnt do that.

l dont give to organised charity.

But theres a big charge

in doing it this way.

- lndividual cases.

- Mrs Morgan...

l dont accept charity.

l have to earn what l get.

You would, honey. You would.

- Ross.

- Hi.

When will you teach your daughters

to stow a sail?

Mr Morgan liked the boat.

Hell charter again.

Can l talk to you, please?

Whats the matter, Papa Stavros?

- Nothing.

- Somethings bugging you.

- The doctor says a bug is bugging me.

- lm sorry...

Today, he tells us we must move

to a dry climate, like Arizona.

- Arizona?

- Arizona.

Papa learn English

so they want him to move.

- What they speak there?

- Mama, this is not a joke.

- Dont worry, Ross. We wont move.

- But if youre sick...

Sick? A woman isnt as young as

she was, so they look for a reason.

- Then its not serious?

- Of course it is.

Dont listen. lf he says he must

sell the boats, also dont listen.

Come to our wedding anniversary

on Wednesday night

and forget about all this.

- All right, Mama, thank you.

- Chen. You come, too.

Thank you, Mama.

Come on, Papa. You have made

enough trouble already.

Papa...

The West Wind, too?

Yes.

Hey, Sam.

- Hi, Ross.

- How are you?

Shell be off soon. Wait at the bar.

- Long time no see.

- Not so long.

To what disaster do l owe this visit?

- You know?

- No.

Only, l know when old head on

the shoulder Robin comes on.

l come when theres nothing wrong.

You come when you want to sing

a little or cry on my shoulder.

- Which is it tonight?

- l dont feel much like singing.

Stavros is moving to Arizona, selling

the fishing boats and the West Wind.

Good. lts the only way

to get it out of your system.

lts not that easy. Losing a home

and a job all in one day.

lt might be worth it...

if you lose the dream, too.

Look, my father and l

built the boat together.

l wanted to own it.

Thats not a dream.

Your father is gone

and so is that part of your life.

The worst thing for you was

Papa letting you live on that boat.

- l can count on that speech.

- Count on me.

- Here we go again!

- Should l pretend l dont care?

Dont make things

tougher than they are!

Ready for your number, Robin?

Let Sir Galahad do it, OK?

- What are you doing to her, Ross?

- Nothing.

He just came in to tell me

his troubles and l told him mine.

- lts my fault.

- lts nobodys fault...

Jeez! Would somebody sing?

- Sure, Mac, sure.

- Thanks, pal.

Hey, you sing, Ross.

Come on, favour to me.

Great! Any time you wanna

make it permanent, let me know.

Thanks, Sam. lm still a fisherman.

- Whats this?

- The swinger with the mink look sent it.

- You must smell of musk or something.

- Excuse me.

l dont work here,

but thanks anyway.

- Whats the matter? Not enough?

- Want me to...?

- You sing lousy anyway.

- Thank you.

- l thought you sang very well...

- He stinks! The old stinkeroo.

- Ross Carpenter.

- Laurel Dodge.

Yes, sir.

The real old-fashioned stinkeroony.

- Whos the intellectual?

- A bad idea l had. Blind date.

- Hes blind, all right.

- Wait, pal, get your own date.

Had to call the cops, didnt you?

Thank you.

- Go cry on her shoulder.

- Wait a minute.

Youre Sir Galahad, all right,

to strangers.

- lm sorry l caused trouble for you.

- Dont give it a second thought.

Girls!

- What?

- You dropped a handkerchief.

- Come on!

- Got a match?

- Cut it out.

- l thought you needed help.

- l can get this from my enemies.

- l never saw him before.

- Honey, l gathered that.

- Now, you come on!

He said he was a friend

of my fathers and he wasnt.

OK, l believe you.

OK. Whos the girl?

She said she was an old football

buddy of my mothers, but she wasnt.

- Where do you live?

- Down the road.

- Very far?

- Not too far.

Lets go.

lf youre trying to tire me, its working.

Whats the name of that church?

- The Old Church, everybody knows that.

- lve never been here before.

Where do you come from?

Grand Rapids?

No. Cant we go back and go inside?

- Corpus Christi?

- No.

You could rest.

Maybe sing with the choir.

- Prattville, Oklahoma?

- No!

lts such a nice night. Wouldnt you

like to go to another local landmark?

Only the one youre staying at.

- lll show you where lm staying.

- Good. Shall l call a cab?

- l dont think thats necessary.

- lf you think lm gonna walk...

Well, here we are.

- Here?

- lts simple and it reeks of history.

- Reeks of something.

- Goodnight.

- Arent you asking me in?

- They double the rent for that.

- What do you think this place is?

- l want to find out.

Tomorrow.

- What time?

- Lunch?

- lll pick you up.

- Where are we eating?

The Mariners. Menu?

- Well meet there.

- You dont know it.

lll find it.

Youre sweet, Ross.

Then, why am l leaving?

Would you like a room or anything?

lf you dont mind parrots.

- Parrots?

- Yes.

You see, l have 23 darling creatures

who travel with me everywhere.

Of course, l always make

arrangements far ahead.

The Hilton people werent

at all understanding this time.

As a result, l find myself

and these poor creatures left...

You have to excuse me now.

lts their dinner time. Bye-bye, yall.

Bye-bye, now.

Bye-bye, now... Parrots?

Ross!

- Ross!

- Yes, sir.

You know Mr Johnson?

By reputation.

Mr Johnson is interested

in the boats.

- These the other boats?

- Yes.

Theyre in first-class shape,

Ross sees to that.

How would l know? Lets shake down

the Kingfisher and lll tell you.

Ross, he wants to take a ride.

Youre on, Skipper.

Hey, dont rev it up so much.

l dont want burnt valves.

- lf l want.

- Cast off, Papa.

- Comin aboard, Papa?

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Edward Anhalt

Edward Anhalt (March 28, 1914 in New York City – September 3, 2000 in Pacific Palisades, California) was a noted screenwriter, producer, and documentary film-maker. After working as a journalist and documentary filmmaker for Pathé and CBS-TV he teamed with his wife Edna Anhalt during World War II to write pulp fiction. (Edna was one of his five wives.) more…

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