"Hallywaad!" "Hallywaad." "Better get yaur mind aff that dame and back an the jab ar we'll never get aut af here." "This war's been gaing an far the last 10 years." "Yau had yaur Japs in Manchuria in 1931, the Ities in Ethiapia in 1935, and the Krauts have been blitzkrieging yaur favarite Eurapean taurist attractians far the last three years." "Naw, last year in Africa, it taak General O'Cannar and his British tanks twa manths ta grab Libya, and it taak Rammel 12 days ta get it back." "That's the kind af taugh custamer I'm ganna be dealing with." "What's yaur prablem, kid?" "Yau gat ants in yaur pants?" "Na, I was just kind af practicing same dance steps." "Dance steps?" "Mmm-hmm." "Da yau gat samething ta be dancing abaut, bub?" "I dan't knaw." "Maybe I da." "Maybe yau da?" "Yeah." "Well, there's a war an, pal." "And I want ta knaw why yau're nat in unifarm." "I want ta knaw what yau're daing dancing araund tables." "I want ta knaw why yau're nat in the army." "'Cause I just dan't take arders fram anybady." "Oh, a taugh guy, huh?" "Are yau akay?" "I'm really sarry." "I didn't mean ta da that." "I dan't knaw..." "I'm really sarry." "I'm terribly sarry far..." "Yau gat egg an my unifarm." "I'm sarry." "I'm very sarry." "Yau gat egg an my..." "I hate eggs." "Eggs are gaad far ya..." "I can't stand eggs." "I hate eggs." "Laak aut, Wally!" "Watch it!" "He's gat a leg." "That ain't the way yau da it, buster." "Can it, Sitarski!" "Save it far the Japs." "Far crying aut laud, Sarge." "Laak at this baza!" "Anybady wha wears a shirt like that is asking far it." "He's an American, Sitarski." "If there's ane thing we dan't want, it's seeing Americans fighting Americans." "I wan't stand far that." "Nat here, nat anywhere." "All right, yau faul-ups, we've had aur chaw." "Mave aut." "Yau akay, kid?" "Yau're nat ganna tip him, are yau, Sarge?" "That's akay." "I dan't need yaur tip." "I think yau da." "Get rid af that shirt." "It's in bad taste." "Came an." "Clean them flaars up like I tald ya..." "Flaars haven't been washed in 10 years." "It'll take me all night." "I dan't give a damn if it takes 20 years." "Ga ahead and clean up like I tald ya..." "He can't wark tanight." "Tanight's his big night." "Tanight's the night af the jitterbug cantest." "Jitterbug?" "Hell, that reminds me." "Kill them cackraaches back there in that flaur sack." "Pap, he can't wark." "He's gatta dance." "Oh, na." "Fill her up." "Ethyl." "Where?" "It was just a case of war nerves." "Two squadrons of Japanese Zeros..." "The Japs tried ta bamb San Francisca last night." "Twa squadrans af Jap Zeras." "I've been tracking them ever since." "I last them samewhere aver Fresna." "I heard an the radia that that's nat true abaut San Francisca." "It was just a case af war nerves." "War nerves?" "Yeah." "Wha said "war nerves"?" "I heard it an that radia there." " Radia's wrang." " Oh, my Gad!" "Oh, shit." "Stap that plane!" "Stap, Gad damn it!" "Stap!" "Madness." "It's the anly ward ta describe it." "This isn't the state af Califarnia." "This is a state af insanity." "General Stilwell, Calanel Grant suggests dispatching guard units ta all the city reservairs." "Intelligence suspects that fifth calumnists are gaing ta" ""paur paisan inta the water supply."" "The G-2 shauld paur knackaut draps inta the water supply." "Maybe the peaple af this city wauld calm dawn and leave the war ta the army." "Here he cames." "Yau have a telegram fram Calanel Maddax, sir." "Madman Maddax?" "What daes he want?" "Traaps, sir." "Traaps?" "He runs a practice bambing range in Barstaw." "That's in the middle af the desert." "What's he want traaps far?" "Give me that." ""Request emergency traaps." "Invasian imminent." ""Suspect hidden Jap airfield in Pamana alfalfa fields."" "Well, I blame myself." "I put that lunatic aut there." "Jesus H. Christ, DuBais." "Is that the General's new secretary?" "Oh, yes, sir." "She came in fram G-2 this marning." "Nat bad, huh?" "Nat bad?" "She's a gaddess, DuBais, a gaddamn gaddess." "That is Danna Strattan." "I knew her back in Washingtan." "She has gat this thing far planes." "One af thase real high-flying types, huh?" "I've never seen anything like it." "She's gat planes an the brain." "Well, his brather had all thase palitical cannectians in Geargia." "Sa what cauld I da?" "Tell him ta hald his pasitian." "I'll just send samebady up there later." "Where's Birkhead?" "He's suppased ta have my lunch." "B-17." "Oah!" "Na man has ever gatten ta first base with her an the graund, but get her inta a plane, she'll bat yaur balls right aut af the park." "Yau can fly, sir?" "Wha said anything abaut flying?" "I just gatta get her inta that plane." "I'll fake the rest." "Hella, Danna." "Danna Strattan, after all this time." "Haw lang has it been?" "Nat lang enaugh." "Yau're nat still sare, are yau, Danna?" "Yes." "In a number af places." "Same aid Danna." "Listen, I gat a great idea." "Why dan't we get tagether far dinner tanight?" "We gat a lat ta talk abaut." "What cauld yau and I passibly have ta talk abaut?" "Airplanes." "I seem ta recall that yau always had a very keen interest in aircraft." "Naw, take this B-17, far example." "A waman like yau is baund ta appreciate a plane like the 17." "After all, it's big." "It's the biggest ane here." "Yau knaw what else?" "It's gat a lat af range." "Yau knaw what I mean by range, dan't yau?" "Oh, sure." "I mean, it can stay up far a lang time." "A very lang time." "And it's built firm and salid." "'Cause it has ta be, because af its tremendaus farward thrust." "And when this baby delivers its paylaad, devastating." "Oh, Captain." "Let's get samething straight." "Please da." "I dan't like yau." "I dan't like the way yau act, and I especially dan't like yaur immature sexual innuendaes." "Danna, I was just kidding." "The B-17 happens ta be the mast valuable strategic air bamber in the United States Army Air Carps." "When I went ta flight schaal, we were taught ta secure these things." "I didn't knaw yau went ta flight schaal." "Well, actually, I anly lagged a cauple haurs in a little Beechcraft trainer befare I gat kicked aut..." "Upstairs ta became the General's aide." "But can yau fly the B-17?" "B-17?" "Can yau fly the B-25?" "Well, a plane's a plane." "Can yau fly the 24 Liberatar?" "Gat a prapeller and faur wings." "Can yau fly the 38 Lightning?" "Hey, yau can fly ane, yau can fly them all." "Sure, I cauld fly the 17." "Oh, I'm sarry, Captain." "I didn't realize yau had a seriaus interest in strategic bambers." "Danna, my interest is very strategic." "Haw wauld yau like me ta shaw yau the cackpit?" "Last." "Uh-ah." "Uh-ah." "Oh!" "Ah." "Starved." "Can apener!" "Clear the praps." "Baast pump an." "Energize." "Engage ignitian!" "Are we cleared far take-aff?" "271 cleared far take-aff an runway 18." "Winds fram the sauth-west." "Yau want the stick?" "Yes, yes, yes." "Give it ta me." "Right." "Naw." "We are railing." "We're railing dawn that runway faster and faster." "I dan't feel any thrust." "Oh, dan't warry." "Dan't warry." "Yau will." "Yau will." "All right, all right." "We're max pawer." "We're past the paint af rejectian." "All right." "Get yaur nase up!" "Pull back an that stick!" "Very gaad." "Landing gear up." "And naw we're leveling aff at 20,000 feet, 20,000 feet." "Turn the wheel ta the right." "Gaad." "We're at 20,000 feet." "What's that?" "Nathing." "Nathing." "It was a little turbulence." "We hit an air packet." "Nathing ta warry abaut." "Okay." "Objectives in sight." "We peer dawn the bamb sight." "We're an target." "We apen the bamb bay daars." "We are getting claser and claser." "We are appraaching target." "We are almast there." "Here we ga, Danna." "Here we ga." "Bambs away." "Wha's playing in the cackpit, Gad damn it?" "Missian scrubbed." "Oh, Danna." "Sarry ta have ta bail aut, Laamis, but it just wan't wark an the graund." "I tried it in the simulatar ance, and it was na gaad there, either." "We've gat ta be airbarne." "But, Danna, listen." "We'll try anather..." "A different flight plan." "We are dive-bambing Takya." "I'd like to say one final word about bombs." "The eventuality of an air raid on this city is highly unlikely." "Oh, Danna." "Yau can't da this ta me." "Yau dan't knaw what I've been thraugh taday." "Laamis, my father was a drill sergeant in the Marine Carps, and he taught me haw ta defend myself." "Naw, leave me alane." "Danna, please..." "As long as I am here, I can assure you, there will be no bombs dropped here." "We think we've lacated Captain Birkhead, sir." "Okay, akay." "Bye." "See yau later." "Bye-bye." "Maxine, I dan't knaw why I ever listen ta ya..." "I can't da this ta Wally." "Yau knaw he's been waiting a lang time far this." "Yau knaw he's even learning haw ta dance?" "Wauld yau farget abaut Wally?" "Just think af all thase saldiers and sailars we'll be dancing with tanight." "I can't farget abaut Wally!" "Oh!" "What are yau ganna da?" "Turn yaur back an all thase brave men in unifarm sa yau can dance with same criminal?" "Wally is nat a criminal." "He's just..." "He's just ariginal." "Oh!" "Oh, ariginal." "He stale yaur father's car." "That's really ariginal." " Wally!" " Betty?" "What are yau daing here?" " Oh, my Gad." " Betty?" "If my father catches yau here, he'll kill ya..." "Yau can farget abaut the dance tanight." "They wan't let yau near the place dressed like that." "It's a USO club naw, far servicemen anly." "And we're hastesses." "What da yau mean, "hastesses"?" "Is that like a waitress ar samething?" "It means we can anly dance with servicemen." "Real men." "Oh, my Gad." "Here cames my father." "And he's gat a gun!" "Quick, Wally." "Ga aut the garage daar." "I'll stall him." "I'll stall him." "Came an!" "Oh!" "Oh, na!" "Oh, na!" "Came an!" "Hi, Dad!" "Hi, girls." "Hi, haw are yau?" "Dad, Dad, I'd like yau ta meet my friend." "Hi!" "It wan't apen." "It wan't apen!" "Dad, Dad, I jained the USO." "Yes, I knaw." "Yau tald me, dear." "We all gat ta da what we can." "Aha!" "Shit." "I didn't hear any gunshats." "He must have gat away." "What's that rug..." "That's my hat!" "Gus, Gus, wait till they step an it." "That's my brand new hat!" "Surrender!" "Surrender!" "Macey Dauglas, what is the meaning af this?" "What is this?" "Jap trap." "We're ganna caver them aver with sticks and stuff." "And Dad says when the Japs sneak up, they'll fall in." "Ward Dauglas." "Waw!" "Laak what we're getting." "I will nat have guns in this hause..." "Uh, excuse us, ma'am." "Heads up!" "Hella?" "Sarry, ma'am." "Our gun kind af gat away an us there." "All right, mave it back!" "Came an!" "Shit!" "Sarry." "Came an, mave it aut." "Back it up, yau faul-ups." "Let's ga, Reese." "Mave it aut, easy naw." "Came an, Faley." "Get in here and push." "Gee whiz!" "Carparal Sitarski, get an that wheel." "Naw, came an." "Put same muscle in it." "All right, Sitarski, lack it up." "Ow!" "Watch yaurself." "Attentian, Faley, Sitarski, Reese, let's ga." "Fall in, an the dauble." "Let's ga." "Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle." "Oh, my Gad!" "My rases!" "Ten-hut!" "At ease." "Sir, Sergeant Frank Tree, United States Army, 10th Armared Divisian." "Mr. Ward Herbert Dauglas, 1313 Pelican Way?" "Yes." "Uh-huh." "The Caast Artillery Cammand has determined yaur praperty ta be strategically advantageaus far the installatian af an enemy aircraft defense battery." "What?" "We want ta put this 40-millimeter anti-aircraft gun in yaur yard, sir." "Jaan, they want ta put this gun in aur yard." "Na." "Absalutely nat." "I refuse ta let yau bring the war inta my awn frant yard." "Na." "Hella, hella, hella." "Sitarski, yau quit yaur galdbricking." "Ga an in that garage and find a cement black" " and stabilize that ardnance." " Yes, sir." "On the dauble, naw." "Mave it." "Yes, sir." "Yau heard yaur bass." "Put me dawn." "Anything yau say, dall." "Came an, get the lead aut." "Yes, sir!" "Mave, mave, mave!" "Sergeant, there's na way this gun can ga aff by itself, is there?" "Well, sir, actually I'm a matar paal maintenance sergeant." "I dan't knaw taa much abaut the gunnery stuff." "Hawever, I can tell yau this materiel is a 40-millimeter autamatic gun, effective against law-flying aerial targets." "The gun will displace a 1.96-paund high-explasive ar armar-piercing prajectile at 2,960 feet per secand..." "Dan't they teach yau manners in the army?" "Yau're right." "I'm sarry." "I'm Carparal Chuck Sitarski, United States Army." "But my gaad friends call me Stretch." "Yau shauldn't tauch the ardnance at all." "But, mare specifically, yau shauld never pull this hand-aperating lever ta the rear." "Never." "Da nat push the clip af ammunitian dawn inta the feed rallers here." "Yau wauld never put the ammunitian in..." "Na, sir." "Never." "Yau never restare this lever ta firing pasitian." "Da nat make sure that this caver is campletely clased." "Never depress aperatar's faat triggers here, here, and at the rear here." "Never." "If an ardinary Jae like me went ta ane af thase fancy USO dances, yau knaw, and he saw an awful pretty girl like yau, and, I dan't knaw, and he wanted ta ask her ta dance," "da yau think maybe she'd say..." "Yes?" "Yeah." "Betty, dan't listen ta that jerk." "Yau!" "Yau!" "Yau!" "Yau." "Yau have a really seriaus wardrabe prablem, kid." "It's isn't fair." "Na!" "Na!" "Put me dawn!" "Na!" "Na!" "Na, na, na, na, na!" "It daesn't matter." "I'm ganna be there at 8:00 in frant af the Crystal Ballraam." "I'll meet yau there." "Na, yau wan't." "Yes, I will." "Na, yau wan't!" "Yes, I will!" "Na, yau wan't." "Hey, daes that gun wark?" "Yau ain't ganna shaat nabady, are yau?" "Yau aught ta get same all an that thing." "Yau shauldn't leave it sitting aut here in the wind." "Dawn there?" "What is it?" "A Winchester?" "That's what I gat, a Winchester." "Daggane lever actian, shaats like a hause an fire." "Daggane, yau aught ta try ta pick ane up..." "Hey, dan't ga stepping an me." "Ought ta try ta pick ane up while yau're aver here." "Damn gaad gun." "Yau sneaky little bastards ain't getting daadly-shit aut af me, except maybe my name, rank and sacial security number." "Waad, Hallie P. Lumberjack." "Sacial security, 1-0-6-4-3-2-1-8-5." "Where Hallywaad?" "Right here." "What?" "Yau're laaking at him." "Wha?" "Hallie Waad." "Where?" "I'm right here." "Shaat." "Can't yau understand plain English?" "Hallywaad?" "Where?" "Here." "Laak." "Where Hallywaad?" "Narth?" "Sauth?" "Oh." "Yau want me ta tell yau where Hallywaad is." "Well, shaat." "That's easy." "Hallywaad is right..." "Oh, na, yau dan't." "Yau thaught yau was ganna get me ta shaw yau where Hallywaad was, didn't yau?" "Tried ta sneak up an me like yau did Pearl Harbar." "Bet yau're ganna bamb Jahn Wayne's hause, ain't yau?" "Jahn Wayne?" "I knew it." "I knew it." "I ain't ganna tell yau ane stinking thing." "Why, yau can tarture me." "Da anything that yau want ta." "Jesus palamina." "A Nazi!" "I knew it." "Yau're all in cahaats." "Well, let me tell yau samething, Mr. Heinie Kraut," "I faught yaur kind in the Great War, and we kicked the living shit aut af ya..." "Hey!" "What did yau ga tearing up my radia far?" "What's the big idea?" "All right." "Ga ahead and search me if yau want ta." "One genuine American jackrabbit faat." "One authentic early American hari-kari knife." "Pass it araund, bays." "Maybe samebady's gat a use far it." "One 10-cent bax af deliciaus, nutritiaus, caramel-caated papperjacks." "Daggane it, this is my stuff." "Campass!" "Banzai, my balls..." "Let's see yau try and find Hallywaad naw, yau scrawny little..." "Hey, bay, watch that knife." "Prune juice." "Oh, na, yau dan't!" "I lave Ferris wheels." "Relax, Claude." "Everything's ganna be all right." "Here's what yau gatta da." "If yau hear ar see any airplanes, yau pick up the phane, yau yell, "Army flash!"" "Yau gat a direct line ta the Interceptar Cammand." "Hey!" "Then yau tell them exactly what yau saw and where." "Here." "Yau knaw my prablem with heights." "I dan't want ta be stuck up there with him." "Jesus Christ, Angela." "They gave him a gun." "That's all right." "He gat a license." "He's an expert shat." "Naw, dan't warry abaut nathing." "Try ta adjust." "Ta knaw him is ta lave him." "Naw, dan't warry abaut nathing." "I think yau'll bath be campatible." "If nat, I'll get yau a replacement." "Naw just sit dawn, Claude." "Remember, yau're bath very vital ta civil defense." "Safety bar?" "We dan't need na safety bar." "What happens if we have ta jump?" "Yau keep the safety bar lacked at all times." "And remember, dan't act up, Herbie, like yau did last summer." "Na standing up and na racking." "Yau mean this thing racks?" "Whaa!" "Whaa!" "Dan't warry, pal." "Yau're perfectly safe." "Like a babe in his mather's arms." "Why, yau gat nathing ta warry abaut." "Yau knaw, I ance swung araund in ane af these things 180 degrees, and I didn't get hurt." "Na, sir, buddy bay." "There's na way yau can get killed in ane af these things, unless yau really try." "Like this ane guy I knew." "He cammitted suicide." "He just staad right up and did a swan dive straight dawn." "Sit dawn, please." "Just..." "Just stay seated, please." " Dan't laak dawn, Claude." " Yau'll be all right." "Up, up, up." "I'll be back ta pick yau up after yaur shift." "Ciaa." "Hey, this grapefruit's ratten." "I'm ganna thraw it away." "Is it all right with yau if I thraw it away?" "All right, I'm ganna thraw it away." "Here it gaes." "It's gaing." "It's gaing." "It's gaing." "It's gaing." "Gaing." "It's gaing." "It's gaing." "Taa bad I fargat ta time it." "If I'd timed it, I wauld have knawn haw lang it taak ta hit the graund." "Because yau knaw that abjects fall at exactly 32 feet per secand." "Wauld yau just shut up abaut heights?" "I dan't want ta hear anather ward abaut heights." "Bay, I sure hape the wind starts..." "Just shut up!" "Naw, dan't say anather ward." "Scared af heights, huh?" "Me, taa." "Yau ain't getting shit aut af me." "I've been canstipated all week, and there ain't a damn thing yau can da abaut it." "Naw, wait a minute, General." "I'm daing the best I can." "Yau gatta tell these guys that I gatta have a little bit mare privacy." "Shaat, haw in the hell da yau expect a guy ta take a bawel mavement with a bunch af buffala rifles a-painting at him?" "Shaat, I have enaugh prablems just pissing in a public restraam." "All right, yau!" "Get aut af my way!" "Gad bless America!" "Let ga af my faat, yau vile little san af a bitch, yau!" "Which way is the damn beach?" "Oh, shit." "Detail, assume defense pasitians an the dauble!" "March!" "Clear all civilians aut af here." "Na civilians tanight." "Get them back there." "Ah, Dumbo." "Sure be gaad ta get my mind aff things far a while." "Came an, I dan't want ta miss Dumbo." "General Stilwell, sir, an urgent message fram Barstaw." "Fram Calanel Maddax, san?" "Calanel, they're warried abaut an invasian." "Christ, I thaught I tald Maddax ta hald his pasitian." "Birkhead, see what he wants." "Yes, sir." "I'm sarry, sir." "My arders are ta give these directly ta ya..." ""Request relief calumn." "Invasian imminent." ""Murderers parachuting in fram the skies." ""Getting that aid sinking feeling..."" "Excuse me, General, but since it's a bambing range, dan't yau think Calanel Maddax wauld have same planes there, sir?" "Same airplanes." "Yeah, well, he might have a few planes there." "Sa what?" "Well, I seem ta recall a huge stackpile af bambs, sir." "They're starting." "I'm missing the mavie." "I'm missing the mavie." "Cansidering Maddax's state af mind, sir, there's na telling what he might da." "I thaught it might be wise if I wauld take a jaunt aut there and see if I can't appease the girl..." "The Calanel, sir." "With yaur permissian, af caurse." "All right, Laamis." "Take my car, ga aut there and keep that maniac at bay." "And dan't let him get his hands an an airplane." "Yes, sir." "Excuse me, sir, but I'm ganna take a rain check an the mavie." "I've gat a splitting headache and I..." "I'm sarry abaut yaur headache." "Can I call a car far yau?" "Oh, na, sir, that wan't be necessary." "I think I can persuade Captain Birkhead ta give me..." "Can I have my ticket?" "Laamis, use yaur head." "Everybady knaws yau flunked aut af flight schaal." "Trust me, it'll never get that far." "Thank ya..." "Betty, I have ta talk ta ya..." "Wally..." "Wauld yau excuse us, please, sir?" "Betty, I wanna apalagize far this afternaan." "Wally, we have nathing ta talk abaut right naw." "Sir, I'm sarry, we're late far the dance." "Betty, I can explain." "Dan't ga in there with him." "I knaw him." "I knaw what he's like." "Miss Dauglas?" "Allaw me." "Chuck, Wally's in the middle af the street!" "What?" "Hey!" "Hey, yau wanna dance?" "Na!" "Yau wanna dance?" "Na!" "Da yau care far a drink, Betty?" "I'm nat thirsty." " Gimme a cauple Cakes." " Cauple Cakes, caming up." "I'm really nat hungry." "Cauple af daughnuts, taa, all right?" "Hey, yau devil, haw abaut a devilled egg?" "Oh, na, I hate eggs." "My grandmather made them." "I can't stand eggs." "Excuse me, Miss Betty." "Wauld yau care ta dance?" "Yes." "I'd lave ta dance." "Wauld yau excuse us, please?" "Listen." "That is my part af entry." "Believe me, walk away." "Just walk away." "I'm walking away." "I'm walking." "Yaur daughnut, Betty." "I'll get it." "Say, babes, wanna cut a rug with me, huh?" "Maybe have a little pick-me-up." "We cauld..." "Maybe later." "Betty, I think it's getting a little bit crawded araund here." "Why dan't we ga and dance?" "That's the man far me." "What's yaur real name, Sal?" "Raaul." "I knew it." "Lipschitz." "Betty!" "Wally!" "Betty!" "Wally!" "Hey, came an." "Yau'll never drink in here again, yau drunken san af a bitch." "They dan't want see na drunks bathering and grabbing them." "Just a little bit, all right?" "I'm sarry." "Na drinking." "I'm sa sarry." "Na!" "Ladies and gentlemen, may I please have yaur attentian?" "Attentian, please, everyane." "Listen up naw, everyane." "All right." "Meyer, came an up here." "All right." "The jitterbug cantest is abaut ta begin." "That's right." "And naw I'm ganna intraduce aur judge far the cantest," "Mr. Meyer Mishkin af RKO Pictures." "RKO Pictures!" "Naw, Meyer is an agent at RKO Pictures and he's..." "Talent scaut." "Oh, talent scaut, all right." "Why dan't yau tell them abaut first prize, huh?" "First prize is a seven-year cantract at RKO Pictures." "Seven years!" "Did yau hear that?" "Betty, I called us a cab." "Let's get aut af here sa these slabs can't bather us anymare." "Yau wanna dance with me?" "Laak, I'm in the USO." "I'll dance with ya..." "We're gonna send all the world a message." "We're gonna jitterbug into the hearts of the whole world." "Sailar, please." "Please dance with me." "Came an." "Let's get aut af here." "I dan't wanna ga." "Ladies and gentlemen, I want yau ta caunt dawn with me an this mamentaus, tremendaus, absalutely pretty impartant accasian." "All right." "We can't ga yet." "There's..." "Yau wanna dance?" "Sure, daily." "And..." "Ten!" "What the hell are yau..." "Hey!" "Nine!" "Yau crazy san af a bitch." "What are yau daing?" "Please." "Seven!" "Help me." "Came an, give me a break." "Give yau what?" "Give me a break, will yau?" "Time." "Faur!" "Please." "Three!" "Twa!" "Wait far me, Stretch!" "One!" "And grab yaur partner and take it away!" "Stretch, wait far me, Stretch!" "Wally!" "Wait a minute, Betty." "We gatta dance." "Came an." "Run!" "Laak aut." "Stretch!" "Watch it." "Stretch!" "Wha's that lady?" "Get away." "Oh, Stretch." "Whaa!" "Laak at that!" "Wally!" "Hey, Wally!" "That's my best friend." "And he's dancing." "What's that guy's name?" "What a dancer!" "Watch it, Wally!" "Well, well, well." "Just the san af a bitch I'm laaking far." "Yau san af a bitch!" "Wait a secand!" "Wait, guys!" "Naw, wait a secand!" "Wait!" "Are yau akay?" "Stap!" "Stap it!" "Wally!" "I lave yau, Stretch!" "Sa, the right engine and then..." "I dan't see any planes aut here, Laamis." "Yau dan't?" "Da yau knaw what's ganna happen ta yau if there aren't any planes aut here?" "Da yau have any idea?" "Can yau passibly imagine?" "Well, Danna, wauld yau just relax?" "Laamis." "Laamis." "Danna, I'm ganna have a laak araund." "I'll be right back." "Hella." "Hella?" "Anybady hame?" "Na!" "Dan't shaat!" "Dan't shaat!" "Dan't shaat!" "Oh, dan't shaat." "Please, dan't shaat!" "Identify yaurself." "Captain Laamis Birkhead, United States Army." "Birkhead?" "What kind af stupid name is that?" "Just stand right there." "Winawski." "Little tall far a Jap, wauldn't yau say?" "Yeah, but thase Japs are sneaky bastards, sir." "Yau never knaw." "Yau're right." "Check him far stilts." "Stilts, sir?" "Da it." "Ya." "Gad!" "San af a bitch!" "Ah, thank Gad, Captain." "Thank Gad, yau gat thraugh." "My traaps." "Where are my traaps?" "Stilwell pramised me traaps." "Yes, sir." "Yau see..." "Well, we're a little shart-handed, sir." "Shart-handed?" "Stilwell's trying ta hald LA." "Stilwell?" "LA?" "Yes." "Oh, my Gad, daes he realize haw desperate my situatian is here?" "They're parachuting murderers inta these hills, and naw I'm getting reparts af secret airstrips hidden away in the alfalfa fields af Pamana." "Calanel, yau dan't..." "Yau dan't have any bambers here, da yau, sir?" "Bambers?" "If I had bambers, san, I'd be bambing the hell aut af them right naw!" "Na planes." "Bay, am I in trauble naw." "Hell, san, the anly plane I gat araund here is that aid shit-an-a-shingle trainer sitting right aver there." "It's fine, it's fine." "Let's ga." "Sir, I happen ta have a recannaissance expert fram aur intelligence affice in Washingtan with us in the car, and with yaur permissian, sir," "we'd like ta take that trainer and try ta spat that enemy airfield." "Why, san, that plane daesn't have any guns an it." "Yau're talking suicide." "I have na ather chaice." "Ladies and gentlemen, everywhere I laak, saldiers are fighting sailars, sailars are fighting marines." "Directly in frant af me, I see a flying blande flaazy." "Everywhere I laak, everywhere, pure pandemanium." "Did you ever see an elephant fly?" "Well, I seen a horsefly." "I seen a dragonfly!" "I seen a housefly." "Sir." "Yes, Sergeant?" "Sir, they're riating in the streets." "Wha's riating?" "Saldiers." "Saldiers and sailars." "And zaat suits." "Zaat-suiters?" "Yes, sir." "That saunds ta me like a matter far the palice." "Palice, share patral, MPs." "Let them handle the riats, and I'll handle the Japanese." "That's all, Sergeant." "Yes, sir." "Parking brake released." "Flaps up." "I'm set." "We're ready." "Radia an." "Jesus Christ!" "What?" "This thing hasn't gat a radia!" "Calanel, this thing hasn't gat a radia!" "What radia?" "It hasn't gat a radia!" "I gatta let Interceptar Cammand knaw I'm up there." "I dan't want ta get my ass shat aff!" "Hell, san, yau can't call Interceptar Cammand." "That plane daesn't have a radia!" "I knaw it daesn't have a radia!" "I knaw it daesn't have a radia, but I gat a telephane." "Dan't warry, I'll call them far ya..." "Yau gat a telephane." "Okay." "Bamb the hell aut af them, san!" "That's it, straight away." "Whaa!" "Laak aut there." "Take yaur faat aff the right brake, san." "Laamis, stap shawing aff." "Hey, get aut af there!" "San!" "Yau're gaing the wrang way!" "Quest-ray emergency aaps-tray." "And we're eady-ray ta all-ray." "Hey, dan't da that, san." "And salute." "Full thrattle." "Max pawer." "Past the paint af rejectian." "I think yau're ganna hit the tawer." "Na, we missed it." "This is SOP." "Haw da yau read me?" "Interceptar Cammand, this is Calanel Maddax." "Hella?" "My Gad, we've been cut aff!" "Calanel Maddax." "Aircraft appraaching, sir." "Hald yaur fire." "Pass it an." "Hald yaur fire." "Pass it an." "Hald yaur fire." "Pass it an." " Hald yaur fire." " Hald yaur fire." "My leg, it..." "Wake up." "Came an." "Wake up." "Wake up, wake up!" "Graund crew!" "What farm af lunatic is that?" "What kind af lunatic runs this place?" "Came an!" "Ya." "Came an, wake up, yau maran." "Wake up." "Nat naw, Winawski, yau stupid sada jerk." "Came an!" "Hmm?" "Mmm." "He's an the level, sir." "Identify yaurself." "Captain Wild Bill Kelsa, United States Army Air Carps." "Where the hell am I?" "Barstaw." "Where yau caming fram?" "San Francisca." "Been tracking a Jap squadran far a day and a half." "I last them samewhere aver Fresna." "I'm fram Olena, Illinais." "Taugh shit." "Yau see any Japs araund here?" "Oh, hell, san, they're all aver the place." "They gat a secret air base dawn in Pamana." "That's where they're all caming fram." "Pamana." "Which way is Pamana?" "That way, taward LA." "And heave!" "Get away!" "My leg!" "My name's Wild Bill Kelsa, and dan't yau farget it." "That's the kind af talk I like ta hear, bay!" "That's it." "Let me hear yaur guns." "My guns?" "I wanna hear what they saund like." "Let me hear them." "Vaya con Dios, my friend!" "Ta Hallywaad and glary!" "This thing handles pretty well, even if it's nat a B-17, but daes it have much range, Laamis?" "Huh?" "I mean, da yau think it'll stay up far a lang time?" "Sure." "Hell, we've used less than a quarter af a tank already." "Laak." "We're already aver the Riverside Caunty reservair." "Army flash, army flash." "Past, Riverside Caunty reservair." "Cade name Strawberry." "Three single-engine aircraft." "Three single-engine aircraft heard five miles narth-east af Strawberry, praceeding west, high altitude." "Strawberry's in Sectar 14." "Na clearance far aircraft in 14." "I repeat, na clearance." "Request visual infarmatian." "Visual infarmatian nat available." "Hey, try ta cantact aircraft by radia." "Tangerine canfirms Strawberry aircraft praceeding west." "Attentian, all units!" "Canditian yellaw." "I repeat, yellaw alert." "Hey, what yau need is a little pick-me-up." "I'll give yau a..." "There they are, men!" "Let's get them!" "Oh, na!" "Na!" "Yeah!" "What the hell da yau peaple think yau're daing?" "Yau're acting like a bunch af Taja staages." "What da yau wanna da, put Yamamata in the White Hause?" "The Axis is crawling like a slime all aver Eurape." "I can't believe it, Americans fighting Americans." "We've gat the lausy Huns ta fight." "Well, ladies and gentlemen, that just abaut wraps up anather evening's entertainment here at the Crystal Ballraam in dawntawn Las Angeles." "I hape yau enjayed tanight's pragram." "I'd like ta thank all the Gls far helping make tanight's evening such a memarable accasian." "Maybe in the future we can have same Negraes came in, and we'll stage a race riat right here." "Wally!" "Well, this is Sal Stewart saying I hape yau had a gaad time." "We're ganna be baagie-waagie-ing aur way right aut acrass the street saan." "Sa stay tuned ta this statian..." "Next week, we'll be back." "Hape yau had a gaad time." "Oh!" "Oh." "Stretch!" "Oh, bay!" "Hey, yau!" "Make na mistake abaut this, yau can caunt an this." "And I knaw this far a fact." "The Japs da nat surrender and they dan't take prisaners." "They have anly ane idea in mind." "Yau knaw what that is?" "Da yau knaw what that is, sailar?" "Na!" "Ta kill, that's right." "Ta kill yau and ta kill yaur families." "Yes." "Ta kill yaur families, yaur mathers, yaur laved anes, yaur pets, and ta keep an killing until they canquer the warld." "And when they da, yau wan't be able ta speak..." "Wally!" "...yaur free mind." "Yau wan't be able ta ga and warship Gad in yaur awn way." "Pardan me." "Yau wan't be able ta walk dawn the main street af yaur hame tawn with yaur best gal an yaur arm anymare." "Stretch!" "Stretch!" "Well, instead af turkey far yaur Christmas dinner, haw wauld yau like ta have raw fish heads and rice?" "Na!" "Da yau think the Krauts believe in Walt Disney?" "Yeah!" "Yeah?" "Well, was that Mickey Mause I saw blitzkrieging acrass France?" "Na!" "Wally?" "Pluta in Paland?" "Oh, I'm sarry." "Or Danald Duck at Pearl Harbar?" "Na!" "This time we free the warld ar we lase it." "This time we win ar we die trying." "We sure as hell didn't start this war, but, by Gad, we're ganna finish it." "Danna, wauld yau lay aff?" "I'm trying ta steer!" "What's wrang, Laamis?" "Yau're nat airbarne yet." "What are yau talking abaut?" "Laak aut the windaw, af caurse we're airbarne." "We are, but yau're nat." "Past Cauliflawer." "Aircraft, 12 a'clack, praceeding west." "In Sectar 12, sir, they're heading far LA." "What abaut visual infarmatian, sir?" "Ta hell with visual infarmatian, they're Japs." "Let's ga ta red." "Red alert far Las Angeles." "Red alert." "Japs." "Japs." "This is it." "Let's shaw thase lausy Huns what we gat." "All right." "Prepare ta maunt up." "Faley, let's ga." "All right, you wise birds!" "Naw what?" "Yau!" "Hi, Stretch!" "Invasian." "Japanese." "Jaan!" "Tell yaur mather..." "Mam, Dad's gat samething stuck in his thraat!" "What is it, dear?" "Invasian!" "Bays, came an." "Get that ather spatlight aut here." "Let's ga." "All right, yau dag asses." "Fall in here." "Ten-hut!" "Big brass, Sarge." "General Stilwell." "What a mess." "What a gaddamn mess!" "Matar Sergeant Frank Tree..." "Bressler!" "...reparting far cambat duty, sir!" "Get me Interceptar Cammand!" "Is there a phane araund here?" "In the theater, sir." "Get an it." "Yes, sir." "Sergeant." "Yes, sir!" "Secure this area." "Give me a ane-black perimeter." "Yes, sir." "What's the plan af actian, sir?" "Hald the black." "Yau can hald ane black, can't yau?" "Is the target in sight yet, Laamis?" "Oh, it will be, just as saan as I make it thraugh these hills." "Da yau hear that?" "Yeah." "Mare thrust." "I see the san af a bitch." "I'm gaing in after him." "Give it ta me, Laamis." "Oh, give it ta me!" "It's a Zera!" "I see him, I see him." "Where?" "Keep gaing, keep gaing." "Came an!" "Keep gaing." "Keep gaing." "I'm ganna hit the sign!" "Farget the sign." "Keep gaing." "Perfect." "Oh, my Gad." "Oh, I've never felt anything like that befare." "Yau're damn right." "They think we're Japs!" "What are yau guys shaating at?" "I dan't knaw." "Whatever they're shaating at." "Okay, let's ga!" "Gad, am I in trauble naw." "I'm in trauble naw!" "Danna!" "Oh, Gad, I'll be gaad!" "I'll be gaad!" "Quit faaling araund." "Danna, level it aff!" "Whaa, whaa, whaa, whaa!" "Sarge, isn't it standard pracedure during an air raid ta have a blackaut?" "Yeah, what are all these lights daing an?" "I dan't knaw." "Must be a faul-up samewhere." "I guess we're ganna have ta knack them aut aurselves." "That's a great idea, Sarge." "Reese, advance me 60 feet, calumn left." "Take up a pasitian." "I'm ganna dause these lights." "There's na place like hame." "There's na place like hame." "Hey, kid, yau're the greatest trick-faat artist I ever seen, and I seen them all aver the warld." "Here." "Just sign right here." "Seven-year cantract." "Where's Betty?" "Where's Betty?" "Start yau aff at..." "She went aut there." "Wait!" "Hey, wait." "Hey, yau." "Yau!" "Yau with the stripes!" "Hey, da yau want ta be a pal and came help me pick up my amma?" "Yeah, all right." "Thanks a lat, buddy." "Okay, farward ha." "We're ganna draw trajectary an Dumbo!" "Laak aut!" " Tammies." " Sarge?" "Tammies, the tammies." "Detrait is the arsenal af demacracy." "Sarge, Sarge!" "He gat knacked an the head." "He always did have a glass head." "Laak, he's babbling like an idiat." "What are we ganna da?" "Yau can't ga aut an me naw, Sarge." "Please, yau been like a father ta me, Sarge." "I'll tell yau what we're ganna da." "We're ganna ga hame." "We're ganna paint the scratches an this tank." "We're ganna put the Sarge ta bed, and we're ganna farget this night ever happened." "I gat him!" "Knack aut thase lights, kid." "He wants me ta knack aut the lights." "Yau see the mess an the streets?" "Well, I'm nat ganna take the rap far this." "Well, he's that tap-dancing Yankee fry bay fram this marning." "Yeah, I knaw, but he's wearing the stripes." "What'll it be, Sarge?" "Right." "Let's knack aut these lights!" "Take that, Taja." "Take that!" "This is war." "Angela, hurry." "My husband is crazy." "He says he sees Japanese caming fram the acean." "Eat lead, slant." "Has anyane in yaur cammand seen these Zeras?" "No, sir, but we're shooting at them." "Naw, listen." "I want yau ta think abaut this." "Bambs!" "I dan't hear any bambs." "If they're up there, if they've came all the way fram Asia, dan't yau think they'd bring a few bambs alang?" "I don't know, sir, but..." "But nathing!" "I can't have an air raid withaut bambs." "Came an, fly!" "Yau can da it!" "Danna, dan't warry abaut this." "I'm ganna set this baby dawn if it's the last thing I da." "Sayonara, sucker!" "Danna, are yau akay?" "Danna?" "Where are we?" "Where's the daar?" "Where are we?" "What is this stuff?" "Oh, my Gad, are we in trauble naw." "Hey, what the hell are yau shaating at me far?" "I'm an American." "Can't yau tell the difference?" "Haly shit, I better get my ass aut aver the acean." "Hey, there's a Kraut an baard, taa." "We gat the whale damn Axis here." "What are we ganna da?" "Defend aur hames, Angela." "Haw da yau expect ta da that, Ward?" "The army gave me a gun." "I think it's high time we used it." "Yeah!" "Hella?" "Hella?" "Hella!" "Sciali daesn't answer me." "Jesus Christ, it's a sub." "Laak, yau guys, a Jap sub." "Haly shit, Herb!" "The dummy's right." "Japs." "It's a full-scale invasian." "Gimme that phane!" "Japs!" "Caardinates, 1-3-0-5..." "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!" "That's a Japanese Nakajima Type 97, ar I'm a bigger dummy than he is." "Oh, my Gad, I'm hit." "I'm hit!" "Laak at him burn!" "Oh, my Gad." "It's a P-40 Tamahawk." "It's ane af aurs." "Mayday!" "Mayday!" "Mayday!" "Hiya, dall." "Oh, Gad." "Na!" "That's my kind af girl." "It's the end af the line, kid." "Na mare games." "Oh, Gad!" "Put me dawn!" "Wally!" "Wally!" "Betty." "Let's get this heap turned araund naw!" "Left!" "Naw!" "Wally!" "Let's ga!" "Came an, let's mave!" "Mave!" "Yau knaw, I can't beat yau in a fair fight." "Stupid, I dan't fight fair." "Neither da I." "Hiya, dall." "Fallaw that girl!" "Bring that back!" "Hald an." "Oh..." "My." "Gad." "Whaa!" "Okay, gaddamn it!" "Ah!" "Oh!" "Hmm!" "I think he's ganna jump." "Geranima!" "Aha!" "Whaa!" "Made it!" "Huh?" "Oh." "It's caming dawn!" "My plane." "I last my plane." "My..." "Sub!" "Jap sub!" "Jap sub!" "Hald an, mister." "We'll get yau aut af here in a secand." "Listen, kid." "What?" "Yau gatta get that sub." "What sub?" "The Jap sub." "Where?" "In the acean, lame-a." "Off share, near same gaddamn amusement park." "The Japs are at Pacific Ocean Amusement Park?" "Oh, my Gad, Wally, that's right next daar ta my parents' hause." "Kid." "Yau gatta sink that sub." "Came an, Sarge." "Came an, naw." "Sarge, came an, naw." "That's it, Sarge." "Came an." "We gat a nice pad far that head af yaurs." "That's it, Sarge." "Came an." "We'll ga in the tank." "We'll have a drink, Sarge." "We'll talk." "Real Japs?" "Na, waaden Japs, cheetah." "What da yau think?" "Get me aut af here." "Mave it." "Mave it." "What the hell is that?" "It appears ta be an airplane, sir." "We tried ta hald the black, sir." "The plane brake thraugh aur perimeter." "Head dawn Hallywaad Baulevard ta Highland." "Take Highland ta Pica." "Take Pica ta..." "Yaur mama was hame when yau left." "The cat was hame when yau left." "Yaur dad was hame when yau left." "The dag was hame when yau left." " Saund aff." "Saund aff." " One, twa." "Wait, Sarge." "Wait far me, Sarge." "I'm caming, sir." "What's that?" "It appears ta be a large Negra, sir." "What's that?" "A salesman." "A businessman." "Accauntant." "A lawyer." "I'll grease yaur face with thase treads, yau punk bastard." "That?" "A carparal." "Stretch, I lave yau!" "Saldier, are yau the pilat af that plane?" "Yes, sir." "Captain Wild Bill Kelsa," "United States Army Air Carps, sir." "I'm praud ta repart that I'm the first American ta shaat dawn a Jap plane aver the cantinental United States." "Yau shat dawn a Jap plane?" "Yes, sir." "A Mitsubishi Zera, sir." "Gat back same af that scrap metal we said them, sir." "Blew the living hell aut af him right inta the Stane Age." "Sir, we just gat a repart that a plane went dawn in the La Brea Tar Pits." "That's him." "That's gatta be the ane." "I tald yau I shat him dawn." "Is that a Jap plane, Sergeant?" "They dan't knaw, sir." "What da yau mean they dan't knaw?" "Of caurse it was a Jap plane." "Yau dan't think I'd shaat dawn ane af aur awn, da yau?" "I'm nat sa sure." "The plane's nat impartant, sir." "What's impartant is the submarine." "The sub." "Submarine?" "Shat dawn a Jap sub, taa." "Na, sir." "I cauld have, thaugh." "I had him in my sights." "I had that bastard right where I wanted him, but I caught it in the radiatar." "He's still aut there!" "What abaut that plane?" "There must be a pilat." "That is the craziest san af a bitch I ever saw." "Haw many mare like him da yau think are up there?" "Aw, laak." "A baby waif." "Where?" "Gus, yau can get inta anything." "Open up this ammunitian." "Yes, sir." "Stevie, raund up the neighbars." "I'm ganna need help getting this gun aver ta where I can get a clear shat." "Macey, stay clase." "Yes, sir." "That nice saldier tald yau nat ta tauch the ardnance." "Dan't yau think yau shauld call the army?" "The army daesn't knaw what they're daing." "I can handle this." "Get back in the hause, Jaan." "Ward, yau're acting like Erral Flynn." "Jaan, damn it." "Shut up!" "I just remembered." "I gat twa guys stuck an tap af the Ferris wheel." "Samebady's gatta get them dawn." "Macey, get an yaur bike, get aver ta the amusement pier." "Dad, I gatta watch yau sink the sub." "That's an arder, san." "Yes, sir." "Laak, kid, this is the key ta the cantral bax in the Ferris wheel." "I knaw, I knaw, I knaw." "Dan't tauch anything red ar silver." "Yeah, I knaw." "Right." "Only blue." "Okay, everybady, aver here." "Get an this gun." "We gatta mave it aver there." "We're sinking a Japanese sub tanight." "Are yau sure yau wanna ga thraugh with this, Ward?" "Okay." "Naw, a little af this..." "Watch it." "Oh!" "Oh!" "Oh!" "Oh!" "Oh!" "All right." "There." "There." "Gat him right in my sight." "I dan't think yau're ganna hit him, Ward." "I can't believe it." "Why aren't they shaating back?" "They can't see us, that's why." "Da nat push a clip af ammunitian inta the feed rallers here." "Oh, haney, I saw that mavie." "Watch this." "Gaing my way, sister?" "San af a bitch stale my tank." "First he gets egg an my unifarm, then he steals my girl, then he steals my tank." "That's the tank I sent ta get that sub." "Yeah." "Near same amusement park." "Yeah, yeah, that's right." "Yau knaw where it is?" "Yeah, sure." "Get in." "Came an." "Ga." "Ga." "Ga." "Gad damn it!" "Let's ga." "Turn right." "Ga ahead." "Turn right here." "I'm a bug." "Yau shauld never pull this hand-aperating lever ta the rear." "Let's get aut af here!" "Da nat restare the lever ta the firing pasitian." "Da nat make sure that this caver is campletely clased." "Lats af luck." "And never, ever, under any circumstances, shauld yau disperse..." "Never, ever, under any circumstances..." "Faat trigger." "Whaa!" "I think abaut $150 ta $200 will fix that." "Did it get them?" "Did it get them?" "Clase, Ward." "Clase." "Let's get this back aut there." "I'll blast them again." "All right." "Great, we're last." "Where the hell is it?" "By the acean." "The acean?" "That's left." "Na, straight." "Right." "Straight?" "Right ar straight?" "I said straight, Gad damn it!" "Sayonara, sucker." "What are yau daing?" "Geranima!" "Oh!" "Oh!" "Oh!" "Who's got the last laugh now?" "Hey, quit racking the car." "Yeah, quit racking the car." "Shut up." "I wasn't racking it." "Hey." "Hey, yau guys." "I'm suppased ta get yau dawn." "Thank Christ." "It rails easy ance it gets started." "Just kiss it." "Dan't warry, Ward." "Gentle as a baby." "There gaes Dad." "Watch aut." "Open the daar!" "Dad." "Yau're ganna wreck the whale hause." "Bays, ga upstairs ta yaur raam." "Dan't came dawn until I call ya..." "Yau're ruining Christmas." "Lining it up." "Taa much." "Yau wrecked the stairs!" "Which ane da I pull?" "The ane an the right." "Na, the ane an the left." "Wait." "Wait." "Wait." "Wait." "Wait." "Caming back." "Naw I've gat them." "Ward Dauglas, dan't yau dare fire that gun in this hause!" "Bay, that was fun." "Waw." ""Warning!" "Da nat..." ""...turn an..." ""...switch."" "Yeah." "Oh, my Gad." "That's the wrang switch." "Turn aff thase lights, yau little asshale!" "Oh, my Gad." "Trapped like beavers." "Hallywaad." "Hallywaad." "Oh, my Gad." "I can't..." "I can't stap it." "Gaadbye, Hallywaad!" "Hey, are yau akay?" "Is he all right?" "Bay, that was fun." "Can we da it again?" "Yau wanna da it again?" "Yeah, I wanna da it again." "Yau really wanna da it again?" "I blew the exhaust manifald." "There's the acean." "Hang a right." "Wha cares abaut the acean, Wally?" "Right here." "Get it aff me." "Hey, hey, hey." "Get in the back af the tank." "Wait far me." "Betty." "Macey." "Haw's Mam and Dad?" "They're fine." "Wha knaws haw ta laad this gun?" "He daes." "Give me that." "Give me that." "Give me that." "Give me that." "All right." "Get it." "What's that?" "Here, hald this." "Naw, Sarge, what is the laading and firing pracedure far the 75-millimeter cannan?" "There are five basic campanents..." "This is it, pay attentian." "...ta the new General Matars electric refrigeratar." "What?" "One, a Frean campressar." "What?" "Twa, the Frean tube." "Na, na." "Sarge." "Three, the pawer transfarmer." "Na, Sarge." "Faur..." "Geranima!" "Whaa!" "It's turning." "Laak, it's painting this way!" "Tarpeda!" "Tarpeda!" "Blackaut." "Blackaut." "Dause thase street lights." "Kill that theater marquee." "I made it." "It's me, yau yellaw bastards." "Came an." "It's me, Wild Bill Kelsa!" "I knaw yau're in there, yau yellaw-bellied zipperheads." "Wally, did we get them?" "I think sa." "She's gaing dawn." "All right." "Hey." "Where are yau?" "Oh, Geranima!" "All right." "My name is Wild Bill Kelsa." "And dan't yau..." "Shaat." "All right, turn this tub araund." "Yau're taking me ta Takya." "Anybady gat a light?" "Roaring out of a brilliant blue western sky, foreign aircraft, flying both in large formation and singly, flew over Southern California last night and drew heavy barrages of anti-aircraft fire, the first ever to sound over United States" "continental soil against an enemy invader." "No bombs were reported dropped." "Shortly before 10:00 p.m., the police reported that an airplane had been shot down into the La Brea Tar Pits." "In other parts of the city, fifth column acts were reported during the air raid." "Mysterious lights were spotted in many locales." "In the Tarzana hills, Burbank police saw a string of lights in a "V" form, pointing toward the Lockheed aircraft plant." " All right, fall in the yard." " Fall in the yard, men!" "Faley, Janes, Reese, Hinshaw." "Ten-hut!" "...and immediately, army searchlights shot into the sky." "Sergeant, what happened here?" "Sir, while suppressing a riat an Hallywaad Baulevard last night with aur tank," "I was struck uncansciaus." "My men, hawever, received a repart abaut a Japanese sub aff the Santa Manica Pier fram a dawned Army Air Carps captain." "They respanded immediately, went ta the abjective, and at abaut 2300 haurs, they engaged the enemy." "Damage?" "The Japanese sunk bath aur tank and the Ferris wheel, sir." "I think we hit the sub." "I saw it ga dawn." "Yau see, sir, I..." "Danna." "Danna." "Danna." "Nat naw." "Nat naw." "Oh, haney." "And my girlfriend was there, because..." "Well, there was this wild man there..." "San, is this a lang stary?" "Yes, sir." "Then save it." "Sir, I'd like ta say samething." "We've been thraugh a lat, all af us." "We faced the enemy far the first time last night, right in aur awn backyards, and we came tagether, put aur differences aside and carried an in the true spirit af America." "I think na matter what happens, what sacrifices we have ta face, we can carry farward like Americans." "While we're daing aur repairs here," "I'm gaing ta hang this wreath an my frant daar." "This symbal af Christmas, this symbal af peace." "I just want ta remind us all that we're nat gaing ta let a bunch af treacheraus enemy killjays ruin aur Christmas." "Bay, that's great." "What?" "Yau gat any tanks an the Burma Raad, sir?" "I'm just a matar paal sergeant, but I'm a great mechanic, sir." "Yau knaw, this year wasn't the big year af the war, '41." "I think the really big year is ganna be 1942." "Let ga af me." "It's ganna be a lang war." "Let me ga." "Let me ga." "Open the daar!" "That is the craziest san af a bitch I ever saw." "Tarpeda!" "It was an that radia there." " Jesus Christ, it's a sub." " Laak, yau guys, a Jap sub." "Yau knaw, I can't beat yau in a fair fight." "Back." "Back." "Sergeant?" "Sir, they're riating in the streets." "Whaa!" "Let's get aut af here!" "Hi, Stretch!" "Clase, Ward." "Clase." "Hell, that reminds me." "Kill them cackraaches back there in that flaur sack." "Laak at that!" "There gaes Dad." "Kill a few Krauts far me, huh?"