Yanks Page #4

Are we in America now? You shouldn't

have any trouble finding your way home.

- I didn't mean it. I'm sorry.

- Good night.

Wait. Where are you going?

- It's all right. My mistake.

- You got me all wrong.

- Sorry.

- I take it all back. I'm the foreigner.

- I don't know how to get back. - Keep

going till you get to the monument.

Thanks a lot. Where's the monument?

- Sh*t!

Where did you get it, Annie?

Our last kid brought it home with him.

- The one that was wounded?

- Aye, in Africa.

Said he'd have brought the bloody head

as well if they'd let him.

- Here's your stamps, Mrs Shenton.

- Could have been worse, Clarrie.

- Could have been a Yank's.

- Ooh, I wish it had been.

With a Yank in it and all.

They're my sort of lads, the Yanks.

Hi.

- Can I help you?

- That's very kind of you, ma'am.

- Is it OK if I just look around?

- Yes, of course.

- Ta-ra.

- Goodbye, Mrs Shenton.

- See you.

- Bye.

Goodbye.

Sure there's nothing

I can help you with?

Yeah. Do you carry -

what do you call them - bicycle clips?

- We do.

- Could I try them on?

Certainly. Jean,

would you take care of Annie, please?

Yes, Mother.

- Hey! Those are clothing coupons, love.

- Oh, sorry. Sorry.

- Shall I put yours on account, Annie?

- Yes, please, love.

It's pensin day on Thursday.

I'll have to get myself one of these

lads. Pay you cash then, no danger.

I can't seem to find them anywhere.

You're not climbing ladders, Mother.

- Go and see to my dad's tea.

- Thank you, Jean.

- I'll be in the kitchen if you need me.

- All right.

One pair of bicycle clips.

- I wanna take you to the movies.

- No, thank you.

I've already told you

I've got a boyfriend.

Perhaps you don't believe me.

You'd like to see a photograph.

Yeah, that'd be nice.

Maybe I should ask your mom.

- Don't you dare!

- She'd show me.

- Matt!

- Oh, remembered my name.

Now, please, be sensible.

- OK, let's both be sensible.

- Right.

- How much do I owe you?

- One shilling, please.

- There you go.

- Thank you.

- Saturday, the Ritz, eight o'clock.

- No, thanks.

- All right, I'm going.

- You are?

I look like the kind of guy

to cause trouble?

.It's OK. I'll just be back tomorrow.

- Good morning, lvy.

- She's round the back.

.You're not much help

.standing there staring.

.I'm not staring, I'm admiring.

- You're early, aren't you?

- I'm always early.

.You just never noticed.

.Here, let me give you a hand.

- You'll get dirt on your uniform.

- I'm used to dirt.

.I worked my way through law school

.collecting garbage.

- I thought you washed dishes.

- I did that too. I did lots of things.

- Dug ditches, shovelled coal, drove a taxi.

- Phone, Miss Helen! Master Tim.

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