The Wings of Eagles Page #4

Come and see.

- Thank you.

- With one flying by.

- Thank you, sir.

- Your hat, sir.

- Here's to your health, Mr. Wead.

- Thank you very much.

Please, gentlemen, gentlemen.

This is a private party.

A private Army party.

And a very nice party too. Right?

- Yes.

- Here's to you.

Alberto.

Tell them to come right out here.

It's an emergency.

- Is that beer?

- Yes.

In Prohibition?

- Don't you know it's illegal?

- I just work here.

Well, you should watch yourself.

- Carson.

- Yes, sir.

- Compliments of the Army Air Corps.

- Sir. Boy.

Spig, don't you think

we ought to blow?

- We're gonna stir up a heck of a mess here.

- What? Where's your curiosity, Mr. Price?

This is a rare opportunity to study

the species Homo sapiens.

Subspecies Army.

To General John J. Pershing.

To Calvin Coolidge.

- To Spig Wead.

- Who's he?

The gentleman who sent us the beer.

- Spig Wead.

- Mr. Wead.

- Sorry.

- To Mr. Wead.

To our landlocked Congress.

May they quit smoking cigars

for a month and buy us some planes.

To celebrate being selected

as the Army flight team...

...to beat Navy around the world.

- Yeah.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

Spig, let's go on out of here.

Don't be so rude. Our host

is about to make a speech. Continue.

Thank you.

Gentlemen,

I think we'd do well now...

...to make plans

for our victory dinner, right?

Right.

Every race implies a loser

as well as a winner.

And I think it could only prove,

once again, Army sportsmanship...

...to invite the Navy losers

to our victory dinner.

Gentlemen.

I presume that each team

will have the same number of men.

- Correct, mister?

- Correct.

Each of you, then, will invite

your opposite Navy number.

For the occasion consider him

as your big brother.

As a representative of the Navy,

I think a few words are in order.

Very few.

It is 25,000 miles around the world.

We expect to finish

12,500 miles ahead of you.

- End of few words. Thank you.

- Wait a minute, wait a minute.

The trouble is, mister,

you got nothing to fly.

We won't need much more

than a kite to beat you.

- May I make a suggestion?

- Please do.

Why don't you fly this?

A few more words are in order.

You're our guest.

What manners.

We grace your party...

...we drink your liquor...

...and I suppose

this is supposed to be funny.

A matter of opinion.

Well, the liquor was pretty good.

And the cake is nice.

- Right?

- Right.

Thank you for the party, gentlemen.

Thank you. And thank you.

Police!

Police!

Here, buddy, hold this.

Hey, let's quit. We're even.

Police! Police!

The kitchen. The kitchen.

I can't think of an excuse.

Not a thing.

I'm going to say

that I forgot my wife's birthday.

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