I Was a Male War Bride Page #3

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And what color was I? I was blue.

A lovely, robin's egg blue...

- You looked so funny!

- On account of having been pushed into a vat of dye by you!

- I didn't know it was dye. I thought it was water.

- Water.

Blue! All over. Blue.

It's your own fault anyway...

drinking all that free wine and turning

into an octopus with hands.

You misunderstood. You flatter yourself.

I was only trying to be friendly.

Oh, I'm sorry I misunderstood.

Well, let's forget it. It's all over with,

and the dye's come off.

- No, it hasn't!

- It hasn't?

- No!

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh. That's all right. There's a certain

advantage in being an oddity.

- In here, Henri.

- Oh.

- Hello, Jack.

- Hello, Catherine. What's so funny?

A little bit difficult to describe.

Oh, Henri, this is Captain Ramsey.

Captain Rochard.

- How do you do?

- Of the French Economic Mission.

Oh!

- Hiya.

- Hiya.

- Have you some orders for me, Jack?

- All ready. Oh, Burns?

You know, Cathy, this means

no dance for me Saturday night.

Don't be silly.

You can take Kitty.

I'd rather sit alone in my room and

think of you. Wouldn't you, Captain?

Uh-huh. Alone in my room.

- Better take good care of her.

- I'll watch her every moment.

- Oh, that's fine.

- Well, we'd better be getting on.

- Bye, Jack.

- How about dinner the night you get back?

- Okay. It's a deal.

- Swell.

See you in church.

- Uh, sure. So long.

- So long.

Hmmm. That, uh, linguist in there...

I think he's stuck on you.

What's the matter with him?

- It's only natural that you wouldn't understand, Henri.

- It certainly is.

You see, you chase after anything in skirts.

Anything. They're all the same to you.

But lots of men can tell them apart.

Believe me, sometimes they find one they like

better than the others. That's called love.

You probably haven't experienced it, but

you must have read about it somewhere.

- Where are we going?

- We... I go that way. I have to get my stuff.

- Which way do I go? I have to pay off my cab.

- I'll meet you at the motor pool.

- When?

- Twenty minutes.

Before you go, why did you say

I run after everything in skirts?

- I didn't.

- You did.

- I said "anything. "

- Oh, that's different then.

American women.

You know, I'm just beginning to get it.

- For weeks you've been talking as if he had yellow jaundice.

- He did.

And now you're grinning like a Cheshire cat

because a job means being with him for three days.

- You can do a lot in three days.

- If you work at it.

What about the dye?

Is it worn off, or is he still blue?

He's still just mad,

but he's a lot of fun to fight with.

- Bring that stuff, will ya?

- Sure.

Are you, uh, ready, Captain?

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