The Americanization of Emily

Hi, Harry.

It'll only be a few moments, sir.

Put that hand luggage in the automobile.

- Paul?

- Yeah.

Put the footlockers in the jeep.

Everything else goes in the two-and-a-half.

Unloading shouldn't take long.

You won't be more than

a few minutes behind us.

I'll see you back at the hotel.

Harry, is everything set at the hotel?

Hiya, Charlie.

Adm. Jessup's riding

in the second car, sir.

Adm. Jessup, you remember Mr. Parks.

- Bus, I'll check on the unloading...

- See you inside.

Glad you're back, Charlie.

We'll go around to the rear entrance.

Will you put this stuff in my room, Paul?

Hello, Tom.

- Nice to have you back in London, sir.

- Thank you.

There's a crate of eggs,

four pounds of bacon, four tins of coffee...

marmalade, six pounds of butter,

and ten pounds of oranges.

- Would you check those for bruises, Tom?

- I will, sir.

The Admiral will have breakfast

tomorrow at 7:
30...

with Capt. Ellender and Cmdr. Cummings.

- Here's how everyone likes their eggs.

- Thank you, sir.

I'll sign this in.

- You pick up the wash and dry cleaning.

- Right.

Get some sleep.

You can't win them all, Commander.

Charlie, the Admiral wants to have

a little spread tonight.

Then bridge later with

Generals Hallerton and Waterson.

General Waterson doesn't play bridge.

Yeah, but he'll want a partner anyway.

Try to dig up a couple of someones

to complete the foursome.

Here's the menu.

Steak, avocado salad, ice cream,

appropriate wine.

Call the motor pool and get a driver,

will you?

We're going to stay in London

at least for a while.

- Until the balloon goes up.

- What balloon?

D- day. The invasion of Europe.

- You might as well set up house.

- Okay.

Motor pool, please.

Gen. Waterson likes redheaded partners?

Yes, as I recall.

Paul, never mind.

I'll go by the motor pool myself.

Avocado salad. That's a new one.

Hi, Charlie.

Sheila, could you be a redhead

by 5:
30 this afternoon?

I could manage it, love.

- Am I to drive, or am I to dress?

- You'll have to dress.

It's for dinner and a bit of mauling.

A two-star general who usually passes out

at 11:
30.

Two-star general.

Push on to SHAEF, Pat.

Two Navy captains. Wait in front, will you?

- Here you are, Charlie.

- Bye, Pat.

I need a driver to take me to Hendon.

How about Sheila?

I'm sorry, love. I'm afraid she's on call.

Emily, take Cmdr. Madison

over to Hendon airport.

If I'm to be a redhead,

I'll need a new dress, don't you agree?

I'll be in my room by lunch.

You are a love, Charlie.

Here's your ticket. This is yours, love.

Rear Admiral. Go to Hammersmith.

Rear Admiral?

I shall be up in my new dress

during lunch, love.

Is Lt. Hayworth still

Navy Supply Officer here?

No, sir. There's a Lt. Wade there now, sir.

Thank you, sir.

It might help you to know

that Lt. Wade is from Alabama.

Thank you.

Drop around my hotel tomorrow at 3:00.

I got some bottles for you, anyway.

What kind of bottles?

What kind of bottles would I have for

a Confederate kinsman in an alien land?

- Don't tell me.

- I.W. Harper.

You can't get bourbon over here.

You got three bottles.

You're quite a dog-robber,

ain't you, Madison?

Let's just make sure

we read each other clear, Wade.

I'll take care of you...

but, Lieutenant,

my admiral sets the best table...

of anybody in

the European theater of operations...

including the Supreme Commander.

I want the prime of everything

you've got in here.

When I ask for steak, I mean aged,

two inches thick...

corn-fed, that you can cut

with a sharp look.

I'm setting up house, now.

For today, I want six dozen sirloin strips...

one crate of oranges,

one crate of grapefruit...

six rib roasts, three Swiss hams,

six gallons of ice cream...

and one gallon chocolate syrup.

I expect to be favored.

If any other admiral's dog-robber

complains...

tell him my admiral will cover for you...

all the way to the Secretary of the Navy.

If you do right, I'll see that you get...

the Legion of Merit with clusters.

That's for your gallant service.

If you fink on my admiral, man...

The last supply officer,

who sent my admiral a chewy steak...

is now at the North Pole

doing polar research.

You read me, Lieutenant?

I read you, Commander.

If you'll just have

that sweet young thing...

drive that Buick around to the dock

while we load you up.

You Americans are really enjoying

this war, aren't you?

Ma'am?

Most English families haven't seen

that many oranges or eggs in years.

But it's one big Shriners' Convention

to you Yanks, isn't it?

Well, that's swell, miss.

- Barham.

- On to the hotel, Miss Barham.

It's nearly lunch.

Since when did you start asking

for ration coupons, Alfie?

Bienvenue.

That's the avocados.

It's too bloody gorgeous, Charlie.

I need a girl, Sheila.

A bright, bridge-playing girl.

Very crusty, elegant...

British diction calculated

to bring out the upstart in the American.

Who can handle herself at a dinner table

and play bridge like an assassin.

Whatever happened to Alice Luddens?

She's married off, love,

to a lieutenant in the paratroops.

Can't be too choosy, I suppose,

if you're a widow with two kids.

Can I go and try it on, Charlie?

The balloon is going up any day now.

- What balloon?

- D-day, old man.

Invasion of Europe.

Any day now 1,000,000 men

are gonna hit the beaches of France...

in the greatest battle in history.

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