"Fixed and synched by Adrian von Grüningen Cosa Nostra Pizza, Inc. 2006" "What about the others?" "I'd be playing a rotten trick on them." "–They'll be happier when you're gone." "–They have a war to win." "Well... what the hell." "If they don't want to fly any more missions, let them stand up and say so." "It's a deal." "Help!" "Help!" "Help him!" "–What?" "–Help him!" "Help him!" "–Help who?" "–Help the bombardier!" "–I'm the bombardier, I'm all right." "–Then help him." "Help him!" "Snowden." "–What'd he say?" "–He said, "Snowden"." "Snowden's dead." "Snowden?" "–Why is he talking to a dead man?" "–He's Captain Yossarian." "He's crazy." "–Who says so?" "–I do." "–'Cause I said I hate that son of a bitch?" "–Who?" "–He hates Colonel Cathcart." "–I didn't ask you, Orr." "–Colonel Cathcart isn't here." "–Who said anything about him?" "–Colonel Korn isn't here." "–Who said anything about him?" "–What son of a bitch do you hate?" "–What son of a bitch is here?" "You don't make any sense." "–You've got a persecution complex." "–Damn right." "–You admit it!" "–I'm being persecuted." "–By whom?" "–By them!" "–Who is "them"?" "–Every one of them!" "–Who?" "–Who do you think?" "–No idea!" "–Then how do you know they aren't?" "–That's sheer what-do-you-call-it." "–Sophistry." "Like hell it is, McWatt." "They're trying to kill me!" "No one's trying to kill you." "Eat your dessert like a good boy." "–Then why are they shooting at me?" "–They're shooting at everyone." "What difference does that make?" "–Suppose everyone thought like you?" "–Then I'd be a fool to think any different." "You need your head examined." "There's nothing wrong with it." "–Look at it once, will you?" "–Your head is OK, Yossarian." "Please, don't do that." "–Doc..." "–What?" "–I want you to ground me." "–Don't start that again." "Doc, I don't want to fly any more." "It's dangerous." "Listen, I told you..." "Let's get out of here." "I've flown 35 missions." "Now that sadistic nut has raised the number to 50." "In any other outfit I would've been rotated after 25." "Help me." "I'm due for rotation myself in a couple of months, if I don't break any rules." "One of the rules says I can't ground anyone just because he asks me to." "–Can you ground someone who's crazy?" "–I have to." "The rules say I have to ground anyone who's crazy." "I'm crazy!" "Ask anybody." "Ask Nately, Dobbs, McWatt... –Orr, tell him!" "–Tell him what?" "–Am I crazy?" "–He's crazy, Doc." "He won't fly with me." "I'd take good care of him, but he won't." "He's crazy, all right." "–See that?" "They all say I'm crazy." "–They're crazy." "–Why not ground them?" "–Why don't they ask me to?" "–Because they're crazy!" "–Of course they're crazy." "And you can't let crazy people decide whether you're crazy or not, can you?" "–Is Orr crazy?" "–Of course he is." "He has to be, flying after all the close calls he's had." "–Then why can't you ground him?" "–First he has to ask me." "–That's all he's gotta do?" "–That's all." "–And then you can ground him?" "–No." "Then I cannot ground him." "–There's a catch." "–A catch?" "Sure, Catch-22." "Anyone who wants to get out of combat isn't really crazy, so I can't ground him." "OK, let me see if I got this straight." "In order to be grounded, I've got to be crazy." "And I must be crazy to keep flying." "But if I ask to be grounded, I'm not crazy any more and I have to keep flying." "You've got it!" "That's Catch-22." "That's some catch, that Catch-22." "It's the best there is!" "Good afternoon, men, this is Major Danby, your Flight Operations Officer, welcoming you to today's mission." "You've all been briefed on this morning's run, so I won't go over the details again." "There's no sense naming names, since the enemy is probably listening, and there's no reason I can think of to tell him where we're going to strike." "That's the stupidest goddamn thing I've ever heard him say." "Weather conditions have improved tremendously over the mainland, so you won't have any trouble seeing the target." "Of course that means that they will have no trouble at all seeing you." "Colonel Cathcart would like to say a few words before take-off." "–And so, without further ado..." "–Give me that!" "Men, I'm not gonna waste any more of your time than I have to." "I wish you good luck on today's mission." "To those of you who won't come back, I'd like to say we're gonna do our best to take care of your wives and/or sweethearts." "And don't forget:" "General Dreedle wants to see a nice tight bombing pattern on those aerial photographs." "Everyone ready to go?" "Colonel Korn, I'd like you to stay in the control tower." "Stay on top of this mission." "I'd like to know when my boys make target." "Yes, sir!" "What is it, Lieutenant Minderbinder?" "–An egg, sir." "–I know that, Lieutenant." "–A fresh egg, sir." "–Where did you get the egg?" "In Malta, sir, where there are enough chickens to lay fresh eggs for every officer in the squadron, at five cents apiece from the mess fund." "–Yes?" "–With a clear profit of two cents per egg." "–For whom?" "–Sir!" "For whomever sells the eggs to the mess." "–And who may that be, Milo?" "–Ah, sir... –Oranges from Marrakech, and pecans..." "–Pecans?" "And in Palermo, sir, ten thousand gallons of the finest Italian olive oil." "The Sicilians need blankets." "It would be a fair trade." "There's an interested party in Sardinia." "All we need is the co-operation of the countries that we're dealing with." "–What countries?" "–The African nations, sir." "Well, the countries in the Greater Mediterranean area." "So, what we have to have is an additional assignment of personnel, a little time and a plane." "–What plane?" "–One of ours, sir." "If I had one, I could get the gasoline to Malta and bring the eggs back." "All right, Milo." "And if I was taken off combat duty until I get this thing into operation..." "I know, sir, that I'm just an acting mess officer, Colonel, but the job requires my full attention." "It's to everyone's benefit." "–All right, take whatever you need." "–Thank you, sir." "What I hope to do is to give the men the finest cuisine in the entire world." "–That's something to shoot at, isn't it?" "–Yes, Milo, it certainly is." "I'd like to show the Colonel something I've had printed up." "–What is it?" "–Just an idea, sir." "It's a share." "–A share?" "–In MM Enterprises." "If we get my ideas into practice, it should be organised like a mart." "–A mart?" "–Yes, sir." "A syndicate." "An enterprise." "There are tremendous profits to be made, Colonel." "–For us?" "–For everyone." "What will be good for MM Enterprises will be good for the country." "–You'll have our full co-operation, Milo." "–Thank you, sir." "If I could take a plane this afternoon, I'd like to get this materiel to Alexandria." "–There's a huge cotton crop this year." "–Cotton?" "Cotton is a particularly liquid commodity." "–How much?" "–We'll trade for it." "With what?" "Silk!" "Four thousand yards of silk." "How in the world did you get hold of so much silk?" "Where the hell's my parachute?" "OK, all right, which one of you bastards stole my parachute?" "Hello!" "Hello, this is the bombardier here." "We gotta turn back." "Nately, we gotta turn back now." "Nately!" "Do you hear me up there?" "We gotta turn back." "OK, we're gonna turn back now." "Nately, let's turn back." "We're gonna turn back!" "–What is it this time, Yossarian?" "–Some bastard stole my chute!" "–Anything the matter?" "–My parachute... it's gone!" "–Don't worry about it." "–What do you mean?" "What do I do if I have to bail out?" "Use my handkerchief?" "That's the kind of humour in the face of adversity that keeps America strong." "–I like you, Yossarian." "–I'd like to kill you, but I haven't got time." "You could have my chute, but I gave it to Milo." "–You gave it to Milo?" "!" "–He's got all the chutes." "He's got a hell of a deal going for silk in Alexandria." "Maybe I do have time to kill... –Looks like they've seen us coming." "–They've seen us!" "Oh, God, they've seen us!" "Better get ready to dump those eggs." "They're shooting at me!" "Where are we?" "Hey, Aardvark, where are we?" "–I think we're there." "–We're there?" "We're there?" "!" "We're there, eh?" "Get ready to turn!" "Four... three two... one..." "Drop!" "Let's go!" "Turn right hard!" "Turn, turn!" "Turn, you son of a bitch!" "Turn right!" "–Turn, turn right!" "–Look at that, will you?" "I think we got 'em this time." "I think we've got 'em where it hurts." "–I can't hear you." "–Get back in the ship!" "What's that?" "Climb, you bastard!" "Climb!" "Climb!" "Fire!" "–Fire on board!" "–Where's the fire?" "–Get out of the nose!" "–I'm not in the nose." "–Speak up." "I still can't hear you." "–They're trying to kill us." "Get out of here!" "–Which way should I go?" "–Turn left, you son of a bitch!" "Turn left!" "Look, there goes Orr." "That stupid little bastard." "Pull out!" "I think you've caught a little something there." "Is that my leg?" "Hey, is that my leg?" "–What's with my leg?" "–Take it easy." "My leg!" "Yossarian's caught one." "–What's that?" "–Help him!" "–What?" "–Help him!" "Help him!" "–Help who?" "–Help the bombardier!" "–I'm the bombardier, I'm all right." "–Then help him." "Help him!" "It's... –What's his name, the new gunner?" "–Snowden." "Yeah." "Snowden." "–I'm cold." "–OK." "–You're gonna be OK." "–I'm cold." "I'm cold." "Over here!" "Hurry up!" "Hey!" "–What?" "–I asked how you were feeling." "Oh." "Better, thank you." "What about you?" "Me?" "–Fairly well, thank you." "–You're welcome." "Except for a slight head cold." "Had it for about a week." "Can't seem to shake it." "You know what they're like." "No, I..." "I don't." "I've never really had a head cold." "I've tried but..." "Can't seem to be able to get one." "Well, you're very lucky." "Yes I suppose I am." "Except for this piece of shrapnel I caught in my leg." "Yes." "I've... never caught a piece of shrapnel." "You're a chaplain!" "Yes." "Didn't you know that?" "No, I didn't." "I've never really seen a chaplain before." "I had no idea chaplains looked like that." "Well..." "Well, if I can do anything to help you, anything at all, you..." "Anything?" "Like books, or... cigarettes." "Toys?" "No, I have everything I need, thank you very much." "–You could do one thing for me." "–What?" "–If you could speak to Major Duluth..." "–The Squadron Commander?" "Tell him I don't want to fly any more." "Cathcart's raised the number of missions again!" "He's trying to kill us all!" "–I can't do it, because I'm desperate!" "–It's not my business..." "I'm desperate!" "I'll see what I can do." "I really will." "I'm gonna do my best." "It takes me 45 minutes to do this thing." "First I sauté the chicken parts then I put the raisins and the almonds in." "He, he..." "I'm awfully sorry, sir." "–What's your name?" "–Major, sir." "I didn't ask your rank, I asked your name." "No, sir." "I'm a captain." "My name is Major." "Captain Major." "–Just about as clear as mud, isn't it?" "–That's what it's just about as clear as." "Listen, Captain." "You're familiar with Major Duluth, the Squadron Commander?" "–He's a fine man, sir." "–Was." "–Sir?" "–Major Duluth is dead." "–I'm extremely distraught to hear that, sir." "–You may be distraught, but he's dead." "Shot down over Perugia this afternoon." "That'll teach him to go on missions when he's supposed to be in the office." "–Sir, I don't see..." "–We need a new squadron commander." "And you're the only major available on our headquarters staff." "No, Major is my name, not my rank." "That's close enough for me, Major." "Consider yourself a major." "I don't know anything about being a commander." "We all have to make sacrifices, Major." "Sir, I'm in Billeting and Laundry!" "I know that, sir, but we all have to do our part, I guess." "Well, I don't like my part." "Sergeant, I'm..." "I'm going to take the rest of the afternoon off and lie down in my tent and think about things." "Sir, there's someone waiting to see you." "–Now?" "–Yes, sir." "–Who is it?" "–Captain Tappman, the Group Chaplain." "–What does he want?" "–I don't know, sir." "Something to do with Captain Yossarian." "Look..." "Sergeant..." "The job that I have to do is tough enough without having to deal with a lot of people who want something." "Is that clear?" "Yes, sir." "–I suppose you're wondering about this." "–It's not my place to wonder." "–People stare at me." "Did you know that?" "–No, sir." "They're thinking, "Who is that Major Major,"" ""that he gets to be commander without ever having flown?"" "–I don't think people think that, sir." "–Well, they are." "When I have this on, they don't know who I am." "Did you know, in the Middle Ages, Sergeant, princes and kings would put on disguises and walk around their subjects?" "–I didn't know that, sir." "–You don't know everything, then." "–No, sir." "Why did they do that?" "–Why did who do what?" "Why did they walk around in disguise?" "How the hell am I supposed to know?" "I'm not some historian or anything." "I'm just a guy trying to do his job." "Good afternoon, Sergeant." "Sir?" "–What is it now?" "–What should I do with the Chaplain?" "Sergeant, I don't want anyone to come and see me while I'm in my office." "–What do I say to people?" "–Tell them I'm in and ask them to wait." "–For how long?" "–Until I've left." "–And then what?" "–I don't care." "–May I send them in after you've left?" "–Yes." "–You won't be here, then, will you?" "–No." "Also, I don't want you coming in while I'm in, asking me if there's anything you can do." "When should I ask if there's anything I can do?" "When I'm not there!" "–What do I do then?" "–Whatever has to be done." "Sergeant, I'm sorry to have to talk to you this way, but I have to." "–Goodbye." "–Goodbye, sir." "–Sergeant!" "–Yes, sir?" "–Thank you, for everything." "–Thank you, sir." "–The Major will see you now, Father." "–Oh, thank you." "–You don't have to call me Father." "–Sergeant Towser speaking." "Will you go in?" "Yes, sir?" "Have it here, sir." "–There's no one here." "–Where?" "In Major Major's office." "–When?" "–When you go to see him." "What I mean is you can't see him when he's there." "When he's in his office." "I've tried." "Several times." "–When can you see him?" "Ever?" "–Yes, yes..." "Yes, indeed, you can see him, when he isn't there." "That is, he'll see you, all right, but only... in his office, and only when he's not there." "The other times, when he's in he's not there... to be seen." "Except when he's out." "What the hell are you talking about, Father?" "Get your ass in here, Padre." "Are you describing some mystical experience?" "There are some peculiar things happening." "You haven't had any ecstatic visions, have you?" "Didn't see a burning bush, hear voices, anything like that?" "–Nothing as extraordinary as that, sir." "–I hope not." "We have to keep our supernatural episodes down to a minimum." "–We have a war to win." "–Absolutely, sir." "–May I ask where we're going, sir?" "–Where we're going?" "You are going to Colonel Cathcart's office." "–Now?" "–That's the general idea, Padre." "Now." "Is there anything wrong, sir?" "Have I done anything?" "I don't know, Padre." "Are you and Captain Yossarian up to something?" "–I don't know what you mean." "–Then who does?" "I don't know, sir." "You don't know much about anything, do you, Father?" "–No, sir." "Sir?" "–What is it?" "It's not necessary to call me Father." "I'm an Anabaptist." "Thanks for the correction." "Thanks for setting me straight on that." "–I just thought you'd like to know..." "–You're a captain, right?" "–I'm a lieutenant colonel." "Correct?" "–Yes, sir, it is." "Then I guess I can call you anything I want, unless you have some objections." "–Out!" "–Thank you, sir." "Sir, do you think now?" "–Morning." "Anything I can get you?" "–Morning, Lieutenant." "What?" "–Do you need anything?" "Any supplies?" "–No." "Whiskey, silk stockings, building materials, fresh fruit?" "The Colonel loves fresh fruit." "Religious supplies?" "I can get my hands on a shipment of religious relics." "Blessed by the Pope himself." "The stuff includes the bones of some of your top saints." "That's very kind of you." "If you need anything, just ask for Milo." "–Well, I've never been issued a blanket." "–Anything at all, now!" "–Yeah?" "–I think the Colonel wants to see me." "–He does?" "–I believe so." "I'm Chaplain Tappman." "–You're Chaplain Tappman?" "Have a seat." "I'll tell the Colonel you're here, Father." "It's not..." "You'd better get some dry things." "Oh, I will." "As soon as the Colonel is through with me." "–They just picked me up out of the sea." "–They did?" "–I drifted for almost three days." "–You should report to the hospital." "–You could catch pneumonia." "–Oh, no." "–Not me." "This is my fourth time." "–How do you mean?" "I've had to put down in the Mediterranean once... once in the Adriatic then I crash-landed one plane, and I bailed out once." "–You're very lucky." "–That's what some folks say." "Yossarian says they're gonna start taking it out of my salary." "–Yossarian?" "–He's a friend of mine." "Know him?" "Yes." "As a matter of fact... –Captain Tappman!" "–Yes, sir." "–Perhaps you shouldn't fly any more." "–It's good practice." "–Tappman, the Colonel is a busy man." "–Yes." "Yes, of course." "Well, Chaplain, we don't see much of you around here lately." "Well, sir, I try to stay out of the way as much as possible." "I think I make many of the men uncomfortable." "Nonsense!" "I can't imagine any man not enjoying the benefits of your presence." "Unless they're atheists." "–Not much chance of that, though." "–I don't know, sir." "–Atheism is against the law, isn't it?" "–No." "It isn't?" "Well, then it's un-American, isn't it?" "–I'm not sure." "–Well, I am." "And if I find any atheists on this base, they'll soon start believing in something." "Well, that's not why I called you in, Chaplain." "I want you to take a look at this." "Page 48." "Don't read the whole thing." "You can get the point from the photographs." "There's a full-page picture of a colonel in England whose chaplain conducts prayers before every mission." "I see no reason why The Saturday Evening Post should not be interested in the story of my outfit." "Think up some nice snappy prayers that'll send officers out feeling good." "Can you do that?" "–I'll try." "–Well, good!" "Let's get to it!" "Yes, sir." "Is there something else?" "Sir, it may be none of my business, but I think that some of the men are particularly upset about the fact that you keep raising the number of missions they have to fly." "–You're right, Chaplain." "–I am, sir?" "That it's none of your business." "And it's none of their business either." "Their business is to fly missions." "Your business is to think of some catchy prayers that'll get me into The Saturday Evening Post." "Good afternoon!" "Yes, sir." "Excuse me." "Excuse me, Padre." "He says the men are upset because I keep raising the number of missions." "–Yossarian." "–What?" "It's that Captain Yossarian." "He's always bitching, always making trouble." "What can we do about it?" "–What would General Dreedle do?" "–He'd crush him." "–Tear him apart!" "–Smack him in the face!" "–Jab him in the kidneys!" "–Kick him in the balls!" "Keep your head down between your legs." "Try to breathe deeply and evenly." "I'm sorry, Captain." "I know how that must feel." "–I don't think so." "–Try not to talk." "Just think about nice things." "Think about how lovely it is here." "How lovely everything could be if someone didn't always try to spoil it." "–Why do you always try to spoil it?" "–Because I love you." "Well, I know that, Captain." "I know that." "But this is wartime." "We've got a job to do, Soldier." "We just can't give in to ourselves." "Think how it is for me: one of a handful of women on an island with thousands of men." "Men who are giving up their lives for our country, for me." "Think of that..." "Captain Yossarian!" "–What are you doing?" "–Listen, I'm gonna die." "No, no, no..." "What is it?" "What's the matter?" "The name of the town is Ferrara, and it's right around here." "It's a very pretty town, on the coast." "–You all right?" "–It's her, it's her!" "–Who?" "–Dreedle's WAC!" "...if you do your job well, there won't be anything left of it, anyway." "Intelligence reports indicate that you shouldn't have to worry about flak." "We were hoping for some new recon photos of the area." "Unfortunately, they haven't arrived, but as I always say: no news is good news." "You may ask yourselves how come we're to destroy a town with no industry, no enemy bases, no strategic value to anyone..." "Ten-hut!" "As you were." "Good morning, gentlemen." "We're honoured to have General Dreedle sitting in on today's briefing." "Don't pay any attention to me." "Just carry on as usual." "–Don't pay any attention to Dad." "Just..." "–Will you clam up?" "Don't call me Dad." "–Go right ahead with your briefing, Major." "–Yes... well..." "Thank you, sir." "I was just telling the men here that we... –Don't tell me; tell them!" "–Tell the men, Danby." "Yes." "I was just explaining why we're going to obliterate... –What about a chair?" "–Sir?" "–A chair." "–I beg your pardon, General?" "A chair!" "Doesn't anyone know what a chair is?" "!" "–Can't you see a lady is standing?" "–A chair for Dad's gir... for the lady!" "Carry on." "We're now going to synchronise our watches." "Now, we've all done this before, so I don't think we're going to have any problem." "If everyone will be kind enough to look down at his wristwatch, we can begin." "It is now 11.15 hours minus 50 49... 48 47..." "Yossarian!" "Somebody's gonna get it!" "All right, at ease!" "There'll be no more moaning in this outfit." "The next man who moans is going to be very sorry." "...one!" "Who is this man?" "–Major Danby, sir." "–Danby." "D-a-n-b-y." "–Take him out and shoot him." "–Sir?" "–I said take him out and shoot him." "–Yes, sir." "Take Major Danby out and shoot him." "–I think you'd better wait a minute, Dad." "–What?" "–I don't think you can shoot him." "–Why the hell can't I?" "Why not?" "You mean I can't shoot whoever I want to?" "–Is that a fact?" "–I'm afraid it is, Dad." "You think you're pretty smart, don't you, Moodus?" "Just because my daughter married you for God knows what bizarre reason..." "Oh, no, Dad, it's..." "Let the insubordinate son of a bitch go, but get him out of here." "–Better do something." "–All right, men." "I think we owe a vote of thanks to the General for visiting with us and cheering us all up." "In his honour, I'd like to make an announcement which may be of interest." "–You're all anxious to do your part..." "–Here it comes." "As of now, the number of missions required before you are eligible for rotation is raised to 75." "I know we'll all do our best." "Ten-hut!" "–Why are you smiling, you silly bastard?" "–Now I won't have to go home." "–You what?" "–I can stay." "I don't have to leave her." "–What are you saying?" "–I love her." "I do." "I really do." "I've never felt like this before, not even for my mom." "Men don't fall in love with girls like that." "Men always fall in love with girls like that." "One or the other." "I'm gonna take her back to Long Island with me." "You don't really love her." "You think you love her." "How can you tell the difference between loving her and thinking he's in love?" "You have to be objective." "–Who's objective?" "–I am, because I'm not in love with her." "You mean you think you're not in love?" "Then how can you tell the difference?" "Wait a second..." "Hey, look!" "–Ooh, look what Aarfy's got." "–Say goodbye, McWatt." "Come on!" "My dear..." "My dear, we had a lovely day." "Did you see what he did?" "Make him tell you what he did." "–What'd you do, Aarfy?" "–Nothing." "–Nice girl." "Very nice girl." "–She wanted us to go home with her." "–She was gonna show us a good time." "–We had a good time." "We saw the Colosseum and other swell sights." "–Why didn't you take her home?" "–I won't take advantage of a kid." "–Old Aarfy's got some principles." "–You've got a diseased mind." "She just wanted to jump in the sack with somebody." "She's mixed up." "I gave her a good talking to." "He did!" "I straightened her out and sent her home." "–You crazy bastard!" "–You're beneath contempt." "–He's got a dirty mind, hasn't he?" "–I don't see it that way." "They want us to go home with them." "–For how much?" "–$30!" "–Who's the little runt?" "–Nately's whore's kid sister." "I wanna spend some time with my girl." "I'll pay for all of us." "Give her the 30 bucks and send the other two away." "She'll be angry with me for making her work for her money." "She said that if I really loved her, I'd send her away and sleep with the other two." "I swear, you fellas...!" "Come on, Yossarian, let's go!" "Go on, you go." "–What's wrong?" "–What isn't wrong?" "–Two more missions and we go home." "–You know what's gonna happen." "No." "A whole bunch of replacement pilots came into Naples yesterday." "–Who says?" "–Milo." "He just came from there with loads of coconuts." "We'll never see those replacements." "We'll never see those coconuts." "Cathcart wouldn't dare raise the number again." "Who's gonna stop him?" "Somebody will." "Come on!" "Nately!" "Nately, wait for me!" "All right." "I want to get this clear." "As I understand it, we're giving these men medals for doing a lousy job." "–Is that right?" "–Not quite, Dad." "When I want an answer from you, I'll look at you." "–General, I think I can explain it." "–You'd better." "Yesterday's mission was to bomb a town called Ferrara." "–Why Ferrara?" "–What do you mean, "Why Ferrara?"" "–Do you know what Ferrara is?" "–It's a town on a hill." "–Do you know what's in that town?" "–Five minutes to target." "–What's in it?" "–Nothing." "Nothing's in it." "No Germans, no munitions." "No railroad crossing, no harbour, nothing." "–Nothing at all?" "–No." "Except people." "Italian people." "And a monastery." "Yossarian, maybe it's some kind of strategy thing." "–What the hell are we doing?" "–It's not our business to ask." "–Whose business is it?" "–Four minutes to target." "–Are you ready to take us in, Yossarian?" "–Get ready to dump." "–We're not there yet!" "–Get away from there, Aardvark!" "Come on, Yossarian, you'll screw up the whole mission!" "–Get ready to turn!" "–What are you doing?" "–Cut it out, Yossarian!" "–Get ready to turn!" "A direct hit... on the ocean?" "Yes, sir." "A marvellous bomb pattern." "We have aerial photographs if you'd like to see them." "Are we decorating men who've dropped 20 tons of bombs on the Mediterranean?" "–Sir, if you consider the alternative..." "The alternative is that we take the whole crew and shoot 'em." "–Might be a problem there, sir." "–All right, I know." "If we can't shoot the bastards, we can court-martial them." "See that they rot in some stockade." "Well, sir, we felt that a court martial might get unavoidable publicity." "And if it got around that we used one of our missions to bomb the ocean..." "You don't have to say anything more, Colonel." "Ten-hut!" ""For distinguished duty in the face of overwhelming... something..."" "–Odds." "–"...odds..."" ""...this Air Medal is awarded to Captain J S..."" "–McWatt." "–"..." "McWatt."" "Come on, come on." "All right, McWatt." "What are you waiting for, a kiss?" "Get back in there." "And on the double!" ""For meritorious action"" ""in the face of concentrated enemy fire, Captain..."" "–What's this?" "–Come on, Dumbo." "–Yossarian, sir." "–"..." "Yossarian."" "Unless I miss my guess, Captain you're out of uniform." "What are you looking at?" "Get back in the car, you smirking slut." "Why aren't you wearing clothes, Captain?" "–I don't want to." "–Why the hell don't you?" "I dunno." "I just don't want to." "–Why isn't he wearing clothes?" "–He's talking to you." "–Why isn't he wearing clothes, Major?" "–Why isn't he, Sergeant?" "A man was killed in his plane and bled all over him." "His clothes are in the laundry." "–Where are his other uniforms?" "–In the laundry, sir." "–Where is his underwear?" "–In the laundry, sir." "–That sounds like a lot of crap to me." "–It is a lot of crap, sir." "Sir, this man will be punished severely!" "What the hell do I care?" "If he wants to get his medal without any clothes on, what business is it of yours?" "–My sentiments exactly, sir." "–Here's your medal, Captain." "You're a very weird person, Yossarian." "Thank you, sir." "–You are giving me this?" "–Yes." "–Perché?" "–Because you're beautiful." "Because your name is Luciana." "It was my mother's name." "But my real name is Eleonora Rosanna." "I only call myself Luciana." "My mother only called herself Luciana." "Her real name was Eleonora Rosanna." "I don't believe you." "I don't blame you." "What you get this for?" "–Will you believe me if I tell the truth?" "–Yes." "I was awarded that particular medal for killing fish." "–You have killed many fish?" "–Oh, yes, I am one of the biggest..." "In fact, I am the most renowned killer of fish in the US Army Air Force." "OK." "I dance with you, but I won't let you sleep with me." "–Who asked you?" "–You don't want to sleep with me?" "–I don't wanna dance with you." "–You crazy." "–Watch where you put your hands, GI." "–My name is Yossarian." "Watch where you put your hands, Yossarian." "It's..." "What's his name, the new gunner?" "–Snowden." "–Yeah." "Snowden." "–I'm cold." "–OK." "You're gonna be OK." "Cold... cold." "–There." "–Starting to hurt me." "OK, hang on." "I'll get you some morphine." "Milo!" "You prick!" "Hi!" "What's up?" "Hey, it's good to see you." "When did you get out of the hospital?" "We've got a couple of things to talk over." "How you feeling?" "I'm sorry I didn't visit but I've been in Naples." "–I wanna know about that parachute." "–What parachute?" "The one I'm supposed to use to jump out of the plane." "Ah, that parachute!" "You have to remember that your parachute was just one of 50 or 60 parachutes taken over by the Syndicate." "I don't give a damn about the Syndicate!" "I don't want your tomatoes!" "They're not my tomatoes; they're the Syndicate's tomatoes." "Our tomatoes." "Just as these are our statues." "In fact that's where all the parachutes went." "–You traded my parachute for statues?" "–Well, no, in point of fact." "I traded our diesel engines for the statues." "–I don't have any engines!" "–Not "your", I said "our"." "I got the engines for two planeloads of lumber, 100 pairs of shoes, and the parachutes." "The men won't be happy when they find out what you've been doing." "Don't they understand?" "We're gonna come out of this war rich." "You're gonna come out rich." "We're gonna come out dead!" "–What does he want?" "–Who?" "Hungry Joe." "What is the matter?" "I got a feeling." "–I think it is." "–What?" "–Come on." "–What is it?" "I don't know, but if it is what I think it is..." "It's just McWatt." "I know." "That bastard's been doing it to me for months." "He's jealous of her." "–Because she likes you better?" "–No." "She likes him better." "–Then why doesn't she go out with him?" "–Because she can't stand him!" "–Good old McWatt." "–What's good about him?" "He's carrying me on his manifest." "Every time he goes up, he files my name as a passenger." "I get my flight pay without having to do anything stupid like going up in a plane." "–Look!" "–What is he saying?" "He's coming back!" "–Who was it?" "–Hungry Joe." "We'll have to requisition a new photographer from Group." "Is there anything I can do?" "McWatt's still up there." "Doc Daneeka's up there, too." "I'm right here." "Come on down, McWatt." "Probably afraid to come down." "He knows what kind of trouble he's in." "–He cut his engine." "–McWatt!" "Why doesn't Daneeka jump?" "He's got a chute." "I'm right here, Sergeant." "I'm not in the plane." "Jump, Doc, jump!" "Jump." "Jump, Doc..." "Please, jump." "Jump." "Jump." "Poor Hungry Joe." "Poor McWatt." "Poor Doc." "Yeah." "Poor Doc." "I'll need a full report on this, Captain Yossarian." "Yossarian?" "I haven't seen you in some time." "Not since... –Snowden's funeral." "–Snowden." "Do you want to say something, sir?" "What?" "I just wondered if you wanted to say anything." "No..." "No, no, I didn't actually know the young fellow." "It was his first mission." "–Did you know him, Danby?" "–No, I don't think I ever heard the name." "What was it?" "–Snowden, I think." "–Oh, yes." "Well, I'll... just read something." "Yes, you... you do that." "–Something wrong?" "–No, no." "I just thought I saw something." "–A naked man in the tree?" "–Yes, that's it." "–That's just Yossarian." "–Oh..." "Well, in that case..." ""The Lord is my shepherd."" ""I shall not want." "He maketh me to lie down in green pastures..."" "Hey!" "–I've been looking all over for you." "–You should've looked for me here." "I don't want to butt in, but why aren't you wearing your uniform?" "I don't want to." "Yossarian, I want you to do something for me." "I want to serve this to the men." "Taste it and let me know what you think." "–What is it?" "–Chocolate-covered cotton." "–Are you crazy?" "–No good?" "You didn't take the seeds out!" "–Is it really that bad?" "–It's... it's cotton!" "–They've got to learn to like it." "–Why?" "I saw a chance to corner the market in cotton." "I didn't know there'd be a glut." "I've got warehouses full of it all over Europe." "I can't get rid of it." "People eat cotton candy." "This is better, it's made out of real cotton." "–People can't eat cotton!" "–They've got to." "It's for the Syndicate." "It will make them sick." "Try it yourself if you don't believe me." "I did, and it made me sick." "Look." "Looks like a funeral." "They're burying the kid that got killed in my plane." "–What happened to him?" "–He got killed." "–What?" "–I said he got killed." "I'm sorry." "–He was your friend?" "–Maybe." "I don't know." "–He was very old." "–But he was a boy." "Well, he died." "You don't get any older than that." "–Where do you work?" "–I'm not a whore." "I didn't say you were." "–I work in big American company." "–Me, too!" "You want to see me again?" "Why?" "Why not?" "You think I'm beautiful?" "–I think you're perfect." "–That's not true." "–It is true." "–No." "See this?" "Jesus, how did you?" "Air raid." "–Germans?" "–Americani." "You do not want me now?" "What are you talking about?" "I want you now." "–I want you to marry me." "–You crazy." "–Why?" "–You can't want to marry me." "–Why not?" "–I'm not a virgin." "–So what?" "–Nobody wants a girl who is not a virgin." "I do." "I wanna marry you." "Not possible..." "Because you're crazy." "–Why am I crazy?" "–Because you want to marry me." "You won't marry me because I'm crazy;" "I'm crazy because I wanna marry you?" "–You're crazy." "–Why?" "Because I love you." "Ti amo." "Ti amo molto." "How can you love a girl who is not a virgin?" "Because I can't marry you." "Why you can't marry me?" "Because I'm not a virgin?" "–No, because you're crazy!" "–You're crazy!" "–You all crazy!" "–Why are we crazy?" "Because you don't know how to stay alive." "And that's the secret of life." "But we have a war to win." "But America will lose the war;" "Italy will win it." "America's the strongest nation on earth." "The American fighting man is the best trained, the best equipped, the best fed." "Exactly." "Italy, on the other hand, is one of the weakest nations on earth." "The Italian fighting man is hardly equipped at all." "That's why my country is doing so well, while your country is doing so poorly." "That's silly!" "First Italy was occupied by the Germans, and now by us." "–You call that doing well?" "–Of course I do." "The Germans are being driven out, and we are still here." "In a few years, you'll be gone, and we will still be here." "You see, Italy is a very poor, weak country, and that is what makes us so strong." "Strong enough to survive this war and still be in existence long after your country has been destroyed." "What are you talking about?" "America's not going to be destroyed." "Never?" "–Well..." "–Rome was destroyed." "Greece was destroyed." "Persia was destroyed." "Spain was destroyed." "All great countries are destroyed." "Why not yours?" "How much longer do you think your country will last?" "Forever?" "Well, forever is a long time, I guess." "Very long." "Ciao!" "Please, we're talking." "–We go to bed now?" "–No." "Would you go put some clothes on?" "You're practically naked." "I wish she wouldn't walk around like that." "It is her business to walk around like that." "–But it's not nice." "–Of course it's nice." "She's nice to look at." "This life is not nice." "I don't want her to do this." "–When we go to America, Nately?" "–When we go to America, Nately?" "You will take her to America?" "Away from a healthy, active life?" "Away from good business opportunities?" "Away from her friends?" "–Don't you have any principles?" "–Of course not." "No morality?" "I'm a very moral man." "And Italy is a very moral country." "That's why we will certainly come out on top again, if we succeed in being defeated." "–You talk like a madman." "–But I live like a sane one." "I was a Fascist when Mussolini was on top." "Now that he has been deposed, I am anti-Fascist." "When the Germans were here, I was fanatically pro-German." "Now I'm fanatically pro-America!" "You'll find no more loyal partisan in all of Italy than myself." "You're a shameful opportunist!" "It's better to die on your feet than to live on your knees." "You have it backwards." "It's better to live on your feet than to die on your knees." "I know." "How do you know?" "Because I am 107 years old." "How old are you?" "I'll be 20 in January." "If you live." "–Ciao, Yossarian." "–How are ya, how are ya?" "We gotta go back." "All the leaves have been cancelled." "Hello, my dear." "You give me a dollar?" "I pay you back when we get to America." "Just one..." "Just one." "One!" "Gimme that." "Come on, Dobbs." "Milo's gonna fly us back." "–Why are the leaves cancelled?" "–I don't know." "Milo says the base is on some kind of alert." "Oh, yeah..." "Cathcart raised the number of missions to 80." "–80?" "–Yeah." "He's mad because Captain Orr lost another aeroplane." "–Where?" "–Ditched coming back from Bologna." "Went down in the Mediterranean." "Air-Sea Rescue out there?" "Yeah." "They picked up everybody but Orr." "Will you fellas stay away from the airstrip tonight?" "What for?" "Just do as I say." "Stay in your tents." "Why?" "–There it is." "–What?" "Orr's plane!" "He'll find his way back." "He always does." "He'll turn up." "He'll sneak in with that rat-toothed giggle." "Aarfy, if anything happens to me, will you take care of my girl?" "Listen to him: his girl!" "–Yossarian?" "–Don't worry." "Nothing's gonna happen to you that won't happen to the rest of us." "Orr?" "Orr?" "Orr?" "Orr." "–I'll be through in a minute." "–No, you won't." "You always say that." "And then I gotta watch you fit some thing into that masterpiece of junk." "Then I guess you haven't seen it." "What?" "You guess I haven't seen what?" "A little square gasket, about this big." "–Have you seen it?" "–No." "–Then I'll have to start all over again." "–Please don't do that." "–Why?" "–Because it gives me a terrible pain." "Why?" "–Why what?" "–Why won't you fly with me?" "What's that got to do with the pain that you and your bolts give me?" "It's got everything to do with it." "Are you trying to tell me something?" "Just... that if you were smart, you'd fly with me." "–You've already cracked up three planes." "–Four." "I'm a good pilot." "–I don't want to end up in the ocean." "–You'll thank me." "–For getting me drowned?" "–For finishing this stove." "Winter's coming." "You'll have heat, hot water..." "You'll be able to boil eggs and everything." "–Where are you gonna be?" "–I dunno..." "Here and there." "No one wants to fly with you." "You're a one-man disaster area." "–They're crazy." "–I agree with them." "You're crazy." "Orr?" "Orr?" "–Orr?" "–He's dead." "–Who's "he"?" "–He's just a kid from my home town." "He just died." "They came from the States to see him." "–Get in the bed, will you?" "–What?" "His mother, father and brother flew out here." "They know he's dying." "–What do you want me to do?" "–Be him." "Just for a few minutes." "They came 5,000 miles to see you before you die." "–I'm not dying!" "–Of course you're dying." "We're all dying." "They'll know." "They came to see their son." "This is what they get." "One dying boy is just as good as another." "Or as bad!" "–It won't work." "–These people have come a long way." "I don't want to disappoint them." "I'm sentimental about old people." "–What if they start crying?" "–They probably will start crying." "I'll wait outside the door, and if it gets sticky, I'll come in and break it up." "It won't work." "Do this for me and I'll do something for you." "–Will you ground me?" "–I can't." "You can fill out a slip that says I'm on the verge of a nervous collapse." "Sure I can." "But there's a catch." "–Catch-22." "–Yes." "Group isn't going to approve my action." "They'll put you back on combat status and send me to rot in the Pacific." "–Oh, my God, here they are." "–Start dying." "Do this for me and I'll send you to Rome on a five-day R and R." "He looks terrible." "–He's sick, Pa." "–Harvey." "My name is Yossarian." "His name is Yossarian, Ma." "Yossarian... don't you recognise me?" "I'm your brother John." "Don't you know who I am?" "–Sure I do." "You're my brother John." "–Pa, he knows me." "Yossarian, look, here's Papa." "–Say hello to Papa." "–Hello, Papa." "Hello, Harvey." "His name is Yossarian, Pa." "–He looks so bad." "–He's very sick." "The doctor says he's gonna die." "Harvey?" "Ma, his name is Yossarian." "She doesn't remember things too good." "It's OK." "She can call me Harvey if she wants to." "Harvey." "–Don't worry." "Everything will be all right." "–I know." "We came from New York." "We were afraid we wouldn't get here in time." "–In time for what?" "–To see you before you died." "What difference would it make?" "We didn't want you to die by yourself." "What difference would it make?" "He's getting delirious." "He keeps saying the same thing over and over again." "–Harvey!" "–It's not Harvey, it's Yossarian." "What difference does it make?" "He's dying." "Listen, kid..." "It's not bad." "I'm gonna put a tourniquet on it." "There." "It's good." "It's a good bandage." "Cold." "It's gonna be OK, kid." "We'll be home soon." "–Does the leg still hurt?" "–No." "Yossarian?" "You in there?" "Orr?" "–Is that Orr, you son of a bitch?" "–It's me, Nately." "Nately." "What's happening?" "Jesus, it's 3.30 in the morning." "It's Dobbs, we've got to stop him." "–What for?" "–He's gonna kill the Colonel." "–Cathcart?" "–Yes." "Dobbs is gonna kill Colonel Cathcart?" "–What's the matter with you?" "–It's the first sane thing I've ever done!" "–They'll get you for murder!" "–Old Cathcart's the murderer!" "–Come on, gimme the gun!" "–Take it easy." "–You've just got a few more missions." "–You're crazy!" "He'll raise the number again, and you know it!" "He'll keep us flying missions till we're all dead." "What do you care?" "You wanna stay 'cause you're in love with that whore." "You happen to be talking about my fiancée." "The fiancée of any guy with ten bucks in his pocket who doesn't mind risking a dose of several diseases for 15 minutes of phoney moans on a dirty mattress!" "Nately!" "Nately?" "Nately!" "Yossarian." "I think I hurt him." "He'll be all right." "Here he comes!" "–Gimme the gun!" "–No, no, listen!" "If he raises the number again, I swear I'll help you kill him!" "–Really?" "–I swear." "Well, that's very reasonable of you." "–Something's going on." "–What do you mean?" "Milo and the Colonel are up to something." "They've been planning something." "–What's he doing?" "–Something." "I dunno." "Why didn't they turn their lights on?" "What the fuck...!" "Yossarian, listen!" "What is this?" "Look!" "Jesus Christ!" "Run, run, run!" "All right, number 1 and 2, that was good." "–Thank you." "What shall I do now, Milo?" "–Bank left and wait for instructions." "All right, Number 3." "Be careful not to hit our storehouses at the end of the field." "Direct hit on the mess hall, if you please." "And Number 3..." "Hold on, Number 3." "Yossarian, get off the field." "Take cover, Yossarian." "You, too, Dobbs." "Right, Number 3, let 'em go." "Bastards!" "Get out of there!" "Yossarian, cut that out; those are our men you're shooting at." "Take cover." "This is an MM Enterprises operation." "Number 4 and 5, Number 3 did not get those supply sheds." "I told you men to come in low." "Let's get right on target this time." "Shoddy work will not do." "Dobbs!" "What are you doing, Yossarian?" "Get off the field!" "I want to see you later." "You're confined to the base." "I won't forget this." "–The Air Force won't forget about this." "–Don't be ridiculous!" "What's good for MM is good for the Air Force." "–There goes the bomb dump!" "–We had to get rid of that cotton." "The Germans promised to take it off our hands if we ran this mission for them." "–It's all part of the deal." "–There goes the Officers' Club!" "You made a deal with the Germans?" "A contract is a contract." "That's what we're fighting for." "Lieutenant Minderbinder speaking." "Will you clear the field, please?" "Following this bomb run, we will begin to strafe." "–Strafe?" "!" "–It's all part of the contract." "There goes Headquarters!" "Nately!" "Nately!" "Nately!" "Nately!" "–What's that?" "–He said, "Nately"." "–Nately is dead." "–I know that." "–Who's dead?" "–You're not." "You will be if we don't get at that knife wound." "–What's happening?" "–We're operating." "We're gonna take a little look inside you." "We're gonna clean you out and stitch you up." "Hey..." "Yossarian." "We've got your pal." "You heard me." "We've got your pal." "Who's my pal?" "–What's he saying?" "–Something about his pal." "–Who's his pal?" "–I don't know; maybe it's Nately." "Nately's dead." "I know." "I wouldn't go in there." "Something's happened." "I gotta go find Nately's whore." "I gotta tell her he's dead." "Wanna come with me?" "Not now." "I promised her some stockings and cigarettes." "For her family." "I know them." "First-class people." "OK." "–I'll see you later." "–Sure." "Andiamo?" "Yes, yes, we're going." "Up to my room." "You better get off the streets soon." "It's almost curfew; you don't have a pass." "–What happened?" "–Gone." "All gone." "–Who?" "–All the poor young girls." "All gone." "Taken away." "Who?" "Who took 'em away?" "The white-hats." "The white-hats..." "The MPs?" "Yes, the MPs." "Where did they take 'em?" "Who knows?" "All gone." "–Where's the old man?" "–Gone." "–Gone where?" "–Dead." "What?" "He was alive one minute, then he was dead." "He can't be." "Why not?" "–Where did they take the girls?" "–I don't know." "They just came in and took them." "They must have had a reason." "They couldn't just drag 'em away." "No reason." "–What right did they have?" "–Catch-22." "What?" "What did you say?" "Catch-22." "How do you know it was Catch-22?" "The girls said, "Why are you taking us away?"" "The men said, "Catch-22"." "The girls said, "What right do you have?"" "The men said, "Catch-22"." "All they kept saying was, "Catch-22." "Catch-22″." "–What does it mean?" "–Didn't they show it to you?" "–Didn't you ask them to read it to you?" "–They don't have to show us Catch-22." "–Who says so?" "–The law says so." "What law?" "Catch-22." "Milo!" "Milo!" "Milo, I'm gonna kill you, you murdering son of a bitch!" "Take it easy, don't hurt him." "I know how you feel, but it wasn't my fault." "–Who's fault was it?" "–No one's." "Nately was the victim of certain economic pressures." "The laws of supply and..." "You unbelievable bastard!" "–Do you want me to take you to her?" "–Who?" "Nately's whore." "Aren't you looking for her?" "–Do you know where she is?" "–Of course I do." "You're AWOL, Yossarian." "I thought you knew better than that." "–Nately wouldn't do anything that dumb." "–He's dead." "–Too bad." "He was nice." "–One of yours made a direct hit on him." "He died a rich man." "He had over 60 shares in the Syndicate." "–He's dead." "–His family will get it." "–He didn't have a family." "–Then his parents get it." "They don't need it, they're rich." "Then they'll understand." "Ask for number 33." "Hello, Yossarian." "–I didn't know." "–That I work for Milo?" "–Everybody works for Milo." "–Yeah." "Well, he told me to ask for number 33." "33..." "$10, please." "No towel, Yossarian?" "–Hello, Yossarian." "–Hi, kid." "–Where's your sister?" "–In there." "–You give me a dollar?" "–Yeah." "–We go to America soon?" "–Sure, kid." "–Ciao, Yossarian." "–Hi." "–You make love now?" "–No, no." "Listen... –I have to tell you something." "–Nately?" "Yeah." "–He's coming?" "–No, not exactly." "We go to America soon?" "Yeah." "Listen..." "When we go?" "Listen..." "Nately's dead." "Brutto." "Brutto!" "–T'ammazzo!" "–It wasn't me." "–It's not my fault!" "–T'ammazzo!" "Assassino!" "He was my friend, you dumb bitch!" "Assassino!" "–I only raped her once." "–You killed her." "I had to after I raped her." "I couldn't let her go around saying bad things about me." "Why did you touch her at all?" "Why not get a girl off the streets?" "Not me." "I never paid for it in my life." "–Come on, get back, get back!" "–Back up, folks." "Aarfy, are you insane?" "They're gonna throw you in jail." "You just killed a girl." "She's lying out there in the street!" "She has no right to be there, you know." "It's after curfew." "Don't you realise what you've done?" "You've murdered a human being!" "They can hang you!" "I don't think they'll do that." "Not to good old Aarfy." "They won't make a fuss over one Italian girl when thousands of lives are lost every day." "Aarfy, they're coming to arrest you." "You can't take the life of another human being and get away with it!" "They're coming to get you!" "–Captain Yossarian?" "–Yes." "–You're under arrest." "–But I didn't..." "You're AWOL." "–We're sending you home." "–What?" "I said we're sending you home." "You have been making things terribly difficult for Colonel Cathcart." "The men are unhappy." "Morale is deteriorating." "It's all your fault." "It's his fault for raising the number of missions." "–It's your fault for not flying." "–Have you no patriotism?" "Wouldn't you give your life for your country?" "For Colonel Korn and me?" "What have you and Colonel Korn got to do with my country?" "You're a disgrace to your country!" "How did you get to be a captain?" "–You promoted me." "–That has got nothing to do with it!" "Let me." "Let me..." "Captain," "I'd like to appeal to your better judgement one more time." "There's a mission about to start." "You can get on that plane, and we'll pretend that all of this never happened." "Yossarian, won't it make you proud to know you served in an outfit that averaged more combat missions per person than any other?" "Don't you want to earn more unit citations and oak-leaf clusters on your Air Medal?" "Don't you want to contribute further to this record by flying more missions?" "No." "In that case we'll just have to send you home." "Of course, there's one catch." "Oh, yeah?" "What's that?" "Well, we will issue orders sending you back to the States, and there's... one thing you have to do for us in return." "What would that be?" "Like us." "Like you?" "Like us." "You'll be surprised how easy it is to like us once you begin." "We're going to put you on Easy Street." "–Promote you to major." "–Give you another medal." "–We're going to send you home a hero." "–You'll have parades in your honour." "You can make speeches, raise money for war bonds..." "And all you have to do is be our pal." "Say nice things about us." "Tell the folks at home what a good job we're doing." "Take our offer, Yossarian." "It's either that or a court martial for desertion." "What about the others?" "I'd be playing a dirty trick on them." "–They'll be happier when you're gone." "–They have a war to win." "If they don't want any more missions, let them stand up and say so." "Precisely." "Exactly." "It's a deal." "Assassino!" "Help!" "Help!" "Help him!" "–What?" "–Help him!" "Help him!" "–Help who?" "–Help the bombardier!" "–I'm the bombardier, I'm all right." "–Then help him." "Help him!" "I'm cold." "I'm cold." "It's gonna be OK, kid." "We'll be home soon." "–Does the leg still hurt?" "–No." "There, there..." "There, there." "There, there." "–May we come in?" "–Sure." "–I see you're all alone." "–Yeah." "Well, you're going home." "–I don't know if I am." "–Sure you are." "I've your orders here." "That parade they're rehearsing is for you." "You're a hero." "And you're gonna get a medal for stopping that Nazi from killing Cathcart." "That wasn't a Nazi." "That was Nately's whore." "She tried to kill me because I told her about Nately." "–But the Colonel said that it..." "–It's a deal I made with them." "They send me home a hero, and I say wonderful things about them back home." "That's a lousy deal, isn't it?" "Isn't it?" "Well..." "Isn't it?" "I don't know, I'm not here to judge you." "What are you here for?" "I'm not too sure about that either." "What would you do if you were me?" "I don't know." "I mean, I'm... not you." "Imagine that you are me." "That's hard." "Sometimes I even have trouble imagining that I'm me, if you know what I mean." "I'm gonna call the deal off." "Let them send me home for flying over 50 missions, not for being stubborn." "Then they'd have to send home every man." "–That's their problem." "–No." "It's your problem, because they'll court-martial you." "–Make the best of a bad situation." "–No." "No what?" "I've been lying in this bed for three weeks now thinking about it, and all I know is I don't want to go to prison, and I can't play Cathcart's game." "Well... –What else can you do?" "–I can run away." "–You'll... desert?" "–Why not?" "How'd you get off the base?" "That's insane." "That's why it's the only sensible thing to do." "They'll call you a coward." "It's your country." "Oh, Christ, Danby." "I've flown 55 missions." "I've fought for my country for three years, now I'll fight for myself." "–Suppose everyone felt that way?" "–I'd be a fool to feel any different." "What would your friends say?" "I haven't got any." "Nately was blown to bits." "McWatt killed himself." "Hungry Joe was chopped in two." "Dobbs disappeared." "Aardvark's a murderer." "Doc Daneeka's a zombie." "They're all gone." "The only friend I had was Snowden, and I didn't even know him." "What about Orr?" "Orr's at the bottom of the sea." "No, he isn't." "Don't you know?" "–Know what?" "–Orr is in Sweden." "What?" "After 16 weeks at sea, Captain Orr was found by Swedish girl scouts." "–A miracle." "–He rowed all the way." "–He rowed?" "–In that tiny little raft." "Think of that, all the way to Sweden!" "–He'll sit out the rest of the war." "–It's a miracle!" "It's no miracle." "He has to have planned it." "–He went to Sweden deliberately?" "–It's 3 or 4 thousand miles away!" "He said that crash-landing was good practice." "–Planning it all this time." "–Practising getting shot down at sea." "On every mission that he flew!" "No, no, no, that is a miracle." "Practising getting shot down in the sea!" "He made it?" "He made it?" "He made it!" "That son of a bitch made it!" "Are you crazy?" "Is he crazy?" "If he made it, so can I!" "–We gotta stop him." "–I can do it, Danby!" "–They'll catch you!" "–I can do it!" "–This is insane!" "–I can do it!" "–What about your clothes?" "–They won't recognise me out of uniform." "You'll be on the run with no friends." "You'll live in danger of betrayal!" "Ha-ha!" "I live that way now." "–Yossarian, for God's sake, hurry up!" "–So long, Chaplain." "–How do you feel, Yossarian?" "–Fine..." "Except I'm scared to death." "–Keep on your toes every minute." "–I'll keep on my toes." "–You'll have to jump." "–I'll jump." "Jump!" "ENGLISH" "Fixed and synched by Adrian von Grueningen Cosa Nostra Pizza, Inc. 2006"