Starlift Page #5

Yes, sir.

RUTH:

Well, I think that's very funny.

Seems my prize package

has been discovered, colonel.

Proves you're a man of ideas,

chaplain.

And good ones.

Men. Men, your flight's making up.

I think you'd better shove off.

- Sorry.

DORIS:
Thank you.

- I'm sorry, bye.

- Bye-bye.

Good luck.

Oh, this is Colonel Callan,

our base commander.

- Miss Day.

- How do you do?

- Hello.

- Miss Roman.

- Nice to meet you.

- And Miss Wayne.

- How are you?

- Hello.

- We were sort of surrounded.

- Yes, I can see that.

Say, before the word gets around...

...and everybody in the terminal

comes out...

...suppose we all go over there.

- All right.

- All right.

Those guys sure messed things up.

Nell was gonna give me

a good luck charm.

Oh, that's nothing.

Ruth and Doris were about to kiss me.

Their four lips against my two.

Oh, what beautiful odds.

Your attention, please.

All personnel,

Military Air Transport Flight 92...

... report to Gate 1 immediately.

Your attention, please.

The overseas transports fly in

and out of here around the clock.

There's always a constant flow of men

to fill them.

You mean this isn't unusual?

No, it's pretty much the picture

any hour of the night or day.

RUTH:

Where will their next stop be?

Well, their destination

is the closest airfield to the front.

Two days from now, they'll be ready

to go into action with their units.

This waiting around to move out

is the one thing that gets them down.

There's nothing to do but just wait.

The hours drag

and they get pretty bored.

[PLAYING PIANO]

We even rigged this up.

Don't stop.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Hello.

- Gee, it sounds wonderful.

- Thank you.

That left hand sounds like it came from

a way down yonder in New Orleans.

- No, ma'am. Hoboken, New Jersey.

RUTH:
Oh?

Now you know that all good jazz

comes from Hoboken, New Jersey.

What was the name of that?

Oh, that was just a little thing

I sort of whipped up for myself.

- Well, don't just sit there. Un-whip it.

- All right.

Hi, fellas.

Look, this whole thing

is a surprise to us.

We didn't come prepared.

But we do have Doris Day.

How would you like to hear her

do a number?

Well, Hoboken,

what do we both know, huh?

MAN [O VER SPEAKERS]:

Attention, please.

All military personnel

for Special Flight 18...

... will depart on Flight 92.

Report to Gate 1 immediately.

That's me. I guess they just won't leave

without me.

I'm sorry, Miss Day.

- You mean you have to go right now?

- I sure do. I'm glad to have met you.

Report to Gate 1 immediately.

Goodbye, good luck.

Anybody here play piano?

MAN:
You don't need a piano.

- Well, I need something.

Hey, what's in the jukebox,

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