Waterloo Bridge

Hey, you up there,

drop that board over here.

No, double time.

Don't go to sleep. Hurry up.

Take it over there.

Mind your ends, everybody.

- Goodbye, everybody.

- Hey, Vi.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Myra.

- Take care of yourself and good luck.

- Thank you.

- I'll get a job soon.

- Cheerio.

- Come along.

- Hey, get up there.

- Have you got a job yet, Jo?

- Oh, no.

Oh, shut up.

Celie, throw us a bit of soap.

Darling, why you've got my pants on.

I have not, these are new ones tonight.

Oh, Myra?

Here's a parcel for you.

- Dick left it.

- Oh, Myra would get it.

I wish Kevin would send me something.

- Myra.

- Oh, look, is it real?

Oh, it's just what I wanted.

How did he know what you wanted?

I don't know. Maybe I mentioned it, huh?

- Hello.

- Hello, darling, how are you?

Oh, just fine.

I'm sorry I kept you waiting.

You cost me a pretty penny already.

You know, I only bought

this car for an hour.

That's nothing to what

I will cost you.

- Mind the step.

- And the chauffeur.

- Hurry, quick, before the crowds come.

Very good.

Come along now, Your Highness.

Looks like another full house tonight.

Yeah, what a sap I was to

go into The Bing Boys.

I had a chance to go in Chu Chin Chow.

If I had taken it, I'd still be a chorus girl.

Now look at me.

I don't work two years.

Come on, there's nothing

around here for us.

I don't know, I think one place

is as good as another.

If your luck's in, it's in.

Yeah, now watch me.

Hello, Harold.

Funny, I thought I knew that chap.

Yeah.

Lovely night, huh?

Lovely night for what?

Air raids?

Those fellows up there

give me the willies.

Well, they're men, aren't they?

I'd rather they throw bombs on me,

than take no notice of me at all.

I expect they do that

just to please you, dearie.

Come on, I'll show you

my lucky window.

Here you are now. You just watch this.

See? What did I tell you?

Doing well, aren't we?

- What time is it?

- About 11:
00.

I'm going down to Waterloo Bridge.

Might have some friends coming

in on leave from Waterloo Station.

Well, I'll go down to Trafalgar Square.

Might be some friends of mine

coming in from Downing Street.

- So long.

- Cheerio.

- Cab, lady?

- Not yet.

Come on! Hurry! Come on!

Now look at that.

Rot them zeppelins.

- What's the matter?

- Who wants to know?

Come out from there. There's a raid on.

- What are you looking for?

- What am I looking for?

What do you think I'm looking for?

My potatoes, of course.

- Don't you know there's a raid on?

- I don't care if there is.

Listen. Zeppelins.

Hear that? Zeppelins over your head.

Zeppelins, be blowed.

I want my potatoes.

Oh, what's the odd.

Hey.

What the heck do you think you're doing?

Can't you see?

We're looking for potatoes.

- Did anybody mention there's a raid on?

- Yeah, I read it in the papers.

- We're taking shelter.

- Oxygen shelter, huh?

Yeah. The old dame

dropped her potatoes...

...and she wouldn't take cover

until we pick them up.

Here, let me help.

Put that light out.

Do you wanna be kissed by a bomb?

Come on. Hey there. Come on, move on.

I thought that officer

was gonna arrest you for that.

He didn't see.

Come on, we got them all.

Where's the cabbage?

Here you are.

- Come, let's go to the shelter.

- Confound it. The impertinence, I called it.

Over the air with their tomfool airships

and these lights all ready.

Airships, indeed. At this time of night.

The government ought not to allow it.

If Mr. Gladstone was alive,

it would be a very different cup of tea.

- Where are my potatoes?

- Here they are.

Oh, thank you, sir.

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