South Sea Woman Page #4

She hasn't been vaccinated.

Come on, honey. Let's go.

- What are you?

- Take him to the Marine barracks.

- They'll evacuate him.

- No. No, you can't.

Let go of him.

- Sergeant o'Hearn! You remember olga?

- Beat it. I'm looking for a screw-loose.

- Don't you remember me?

- Beat it, I said.

For long time, no come see.

- Cool it, knucklehead. Out the back way.

- Wait. Through the darkroom.

- Quick, down there. Fatso's boat.

- Get moving, jerk head.

When I get through with you, latrine duty

will look like a 10-day shore leave.

- Get in there. Untie that line.

- Jump, baby.

What gives? Get that dame off here.

We're rejoining our outfit.

I'm gonna marry her.

- What?

- Marry her.

Get her off! Off! We got no room

in the Marine Corps for Pink Lotuses.

Hey, that's my boat.

Wait! There's a knot!

Hey, you're stealing my boat.

I guess that's how Sergeant o'Hearn

ended up...

...sinking a saloon.

I presume all hands went down

with the saloon.

Well, no, sir. The last I saw of them,

they were bobbing up and down like corks.

Then, Miss Martin, Sergeant o'Hearn

did not deliberately sink that saloon, did he?

He didn't know it was sunk...

...until we got out

in the middle of the Huangpu river.

Now, Miss Martin, please tell us

what happened aboard the motor boat.

Oh, that.

Getting married, huh?

You see that wharf over there, rock head?

That's where we'll drop off

the little bundle of fluff.

Right around the bend, we board

the good ship President Madison.

Just you and me.

- Sure, sarge, except for one thing.

- What's that, buddy?

You drop me and Ginger off over there.

Near Bubbling Well Road.

Don't tell me you're serious

about marrying her.

You catch on quick, buddy.

How can you dream of hitching onto a frail

you picked up in a honky-tonk?

Please, Ginger and me,

we've been going steady for six weeks.

Seven, if it's any of his business.

Hey, who are you kidding?

How come I didn't know about her?

Because Davey boy has learned

to hide his candy from his big bad brother.

So that's where you've been sneaking off

to all these weeks, huh?

Little private stock stashed away.

Well, we gotta see what's so special

about this? Stand up.

- What for?

- I wanna get an eyeful.

And I wanna get an eyeful of you.

So you're the great Sergeant o'Hearn

Davey's always talking about.

- Well, I must say I'm rudely disappointed.

- I'm not.

Hey, that's nice candy.

Don't let him bother you.

He just wishes he had met you first.

You're so right.

I could go for her on a rainy afternoon.

It couldn't rain hard enough

for me to go for him.

Oh, she talks back too. It's a shame

we don't have time to get acquainted.

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