All language subtitles for Miss Pacific Fleet 1935-en

Ah, shove off, will you, kid?
I got some work to do.

Hey, Smitty!

Hey, hey. Just a moment, gentlemen...
Oh, after all, you see that?

Gentlemen, the Navy's in,
the fleet is in,

the Marines are in,
and we're in for big profits.

The last twenty-four hours has taken
a decided upturn,

representing a volume of something
like twenty and one-third percent increase.

Our plans for our beauty contest
are well in hand.

To decide the Navy's
most favorite young woman,

each vote to be represented by
each ten cent purchase of merchandise.

Please, Mr. Freytag.

What do you want?
What is it, Mr. Squinch?

Winch is the name.

All right, go ahead, Winch.

Why not make it one vote
for every nickel.

I sell chewing gum.

We've covered all that territory before.

It must be each ten cent purchase,
Mr. Winch... Mr Which...

The thing for you to do is
to sell two packages

instead of one, as you did before.

Sit down.

This contest is bound to be
a great success,

but I've got a surprise up my sleeve
to tell you at the next meeting,

make you all stand up
and take notice.

Yes, what is it?

Mr. Freytag, your wife's on the phone,
she wants to give you a kiss.

You take it and I'll get it
from you later.

She also says if you don't talk to her,

she'll come right down and
kick the starch out of your collar.

All right, you can go to lunch,
Miss LeMay.

Hello, Angel.

Don't soft-soak me.

You've got women up there,
haven't you, August?

I'm in the middle of a very important speech,
dear.

It'll take me a long time
to finish it up,

so I'll call you back in
about three or four hours.

I've just found out that there's
17 miles more

than there should be on the speedometer
of the big car.

What woman did you take
for a ride last night?

Say, what's 17 miles on a one-way road?
Nothing.

Oh, you...

I'll come down there and
kick your pants off.

That's very sweet of you, dear.
I'll do the same thing to you someday.

Well, I'll see you later,
darling.

Goodbye, dear.

My wife, Oh, marvelous woman,
marvelous sense of humor, too.

Well, boys, the meeting is adjourned.

Sure.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Eddie.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Mr. Gilsh.

Get yourself a souvenir walking stick

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, it's Kewpie Wiggins, U.S.S. Arizona,

now holding down a tank with a
middleweight champion in the Pacific fleet.

Does that interest you?

And what, getting off the gloves?

See how I get over?

I sure do.
Right over her shoulder.

Close your hatches, mate.

I'm now going to introduce you
to the little woman.

Gloria, get through.

Here's Kewpie.

Listen, Mr. Wiggins,
I don't like to hint,

but just to show you how
glad we are to see you.

Two weeks ago,
Mae and I heard you fell overboard,

so we both went out and got drunk.

What did I tell you?

Well, there's a dame,
I'm just dumb enough to let walk all over me.

And she's just smart enough
to use shoes with spikes.

Look, Kewpie, look,
we're just getting ready to close up, see?

Oh, don't bother, baby.
Give me six of them rings.

Get yourself an Indian blanket
and an oil stove,

and you'll be here till the dawn comes up.

Hey you...

Will you girls still live next to
the seaside boarding house?

Yes, you must come up.

Wait for, me...

Want to cook me a dinner?

No.

We want the landlord to break our lease.

To make the last one tough.

Turn out the lights so I can't see it.

Tickle to death.

What do I get if I make it?

The cane.
What do you want, the park?

Well, we've got to do something,
Gloria.

Six rings a dime.

He wins five out of six,
and the canes cost us eight cents a piece.

Go ahead, break the bad news.

We'll work all day, half the night,
and lose exactly $26.80.

You know, you and me better hang on to
a couple of those canes tomorrow.

If we ever get enough dough to get back
to Broadway, we'll need them.

Ah, that'll be great.

Then that's sure when it's back
in the chorus.

I'm so tired, my ears are clicking.

Well, you've got to snap out of it.

There's only one thing more to do.

In the morning, I've got to get more canes
on credit if we don't open.

Are my ears clicking, or am I crazy?

I hear something, too.

How wonderful.

How do you like that?

The lug isn't good enough.
He's still got to practice.

Well, that settles it.

We've got to do something,
and do something quicker or we're sunk.

Guys like that ought to be locked up.

- Hey, give me an idea.
- We'll cherish it.

It's the first thing that's
come to us today.

We'll have him arrested,
then they'll send him back to his ship.

Oh, that'll be swell.

What'll we do,
get him to rob a bank?

Listen, I've got an idea.

It's surefire, and we'll get him in a jam.

Look, here's what we'll do.

Oh, about the intrusion.

Is this Mr. Wiggins, the middle-weight
champion of the Pacific Fleet?

Yes, ma'am.

J. Robert Freytag.

President and better businessman,
go get her club.

Not on door.

I got a dollar membership
in the Red Cross now,

and that's all the clubs
I can afford to handle.

But we don't want you to join,
you misunderstand me.

We want you to work for us.

- Speech, Megan?
- No, no, no.

Oh, come on in.

Well, just a moment before
we go to this.

Do you mind if I telephone my wife?

No, she ain't my wife.

Congratulations.

Hello.

Hello, Sadie Darling.

This is August.
I bet you're glad to know I'm safe.

Where are you at?

I'm here with Mr. Wiggins.

Mr. Wiggins was tied up with the Navy,

and the Navy was tied up with Mr. Wiggins.

I mean, I'm here with Mr. Wiggins.
We're talking over the contest.

That's a lie.
I hear poker chips rattling.

Oh, no, no I'm here alone
with Mr. Wiggins.

We're talking over the contest, dear.

Don't stand there and tell me you're going
to have him appointed

as Miss Pacific Fleet.

No, em, eh, I just...
I want you to meet Mr. Wiggins.

Jennifer...
Mr. Wiggins.

I want you to meet Miss Freytag.
She's a very charming woman.

Mrs. Freytag.
Mr. Wiggins.

Mr. Wiggins.
Miss Freytag.

Hiya, toots.

Hey, what's the idea?

She hung up right away.

It's a habit I wish she'd cultivate.

Finders keepers?

Now, we Go-Getters always try to see
if the boys in the fleet

have a jolly time while they're in port.

Now, at this time,
we've arranged a popularity contest

whereby the most popular girl
would be called Miss Pacific Fleet.

Now, I thought it might stimulate matters

if you'd agree to be our local champion.

The winner gets 5,000 votes.

In case you've got a girl you'd like
to see you win the contest.

Have I got a girl and has she got class?

Why, she even puts her napkin over her mouth
when she picks her teeth.

Pardon me for protruding,
but you wanted it on the floor, Mr. Wiggins.

Sit down.

Hello?

Kewpie, Gloria wants you to come over.

We're having a little party and she wanted me
to ask you because she's sort of bashful.

What apartment number is it?

Number 19.
It's on the second floor.

You come in the front way,
walk up the stairs,

walk straight down the hall past
three doors on the left.

The next door is number 19.

You turn your back to the door and
press the button with your right elbow.

Well, what's the idea of the elbow?

Can't I press it with me finger?

You're not coming in empty-handed,
are you?

Oh, okay, I'll be right over.

Hurry up and get him something that's got
more allure than a bath towel.

What'll I do with the brute
when he gets here?

Your guess is as good as mine anything.

Read to him.

But keep him here till I send the cop.

Go on now.

That was my girl Gloria.

She wants me to come over right away.

Oh, well, I'm very glad to meet you,
Mr. Wiggins, and I'll see you again sometime.

Wait a minute.

You come along, too.

She's got a girlfriend
and a swell lookin'.

Oh, no, no, think of my wife.

Ah, we don't want your wife,
just you.

Well, it might not be a bad idea.

I might go over there for a few moments.

Will you have a drink?

No, never touch it.

A friend of mine makes these samples.

Right there.

A little bourbon.

Hmm, not bad, not bad at all.

Take this for my insomnia.

A little scotch.

Not bad.

Not bad, not bad at all.

Oh, ho!
Tough luck.

Tough luck, Mr. Wiggins.

Come.

You're gonna meet a couple of the swellest
little gals you ever saw.

That'll be fine.

There ain't no nickels in there.

Well, you can't blame me for trying.

Listen, pal.

You go on up and tell him I'm coming.

Apartment 19.

I'm going down to drugstore and
get some cracked ice.

Oh, eh... Be sure it's cracked.

I'll be there in a jiffy.

Throw your anchor on the couch
and turn on the radio.

Oh, thank you.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Oh, good evening, good evening.

Here are the latest news flashes from the
courtesy of the press radio bureau.

In Sacramento, Mrs. J.Q. Simpson
shot and killed her husband

when she surprised him on what she claims
was a rendezvous at 3.31.

Well, what are you doing here?

I don't know you.

I don't know you either.
You see, I'm...

Drunk.

Yes, so am I.

Look, I'm expecting somebody else.

You've got to get out of here or
you'll gum up the works.

- Nothing to worry about.
- Oh, but there is something to worry about.

Yes, there is something to worry about.

- You've got to get out.
- Let me explain.

There's no time to explain.
Get out of here.

Come in.

Is this the man that's been
annoying you, girlie?

Oh, wait a minute, officer.

I never saw this woman in
my life before.

I'm Mr. Freytag.

Why, Mr. Freytag,
I'm sorry I didn't recognize you.

I'm a victim of a frame-up.

You are not.
This is all a mistake.

I was expecting somebody else.

Your intentions were certainly
not honorable.

They were, too.
I'm a respectable citizen.

I was expecting a gentleman,
not him.

Oh, you were, were you?

Well, you better tell that to the judge.
He's a good listener.

Get your duds.

I'll fix you for this,
Mr. Fried Egg.

Freytag.

You're still a fried egg to me.

Oh, Gloria, what kept you so long?

Honest to Pete,
I got here as soon as I could.

What'd you do, raise a snail over?

- How is the judge to you?
- Swell.

You treat me like I robbed
a gas station.

- What'd he book you for?
- Conspiracy.

What'd you think, manslaughter?

What'd he give you?

Thirty days in jail
or a hundred-dollar fine.

Look, but you leave everything to me, see?

Yeah, and end up in the chair.
No, thanks.

I'm going to see the judge,
and when I get through with him,

you'll either be out or I'll be in.

Don't do it.

I know another way to waste your time
to better advantage.

- How?
- Try and raise the hundred.

I've got as much chance raising
a war debt.

Well, so long,
then I'll see you in four weeks.

So wait.
Wait, I got an idea.

You keep your chin up, see?

I'm going to have you
on the sidewalk in one hour.

With the fleet in, that sure sounds rosy.

Here, judge.

Sure, judge.

Okay, judge.

Thanks, judge.

Well, so long, judge.

Who do you think I was just talking to?

It couldn't have been the judge.

You're right.

The judge has sentenced Gloria,
and did he fix us up?

Well, tell me, Burke,
what's he going to do?

Baby, Gloria's troubles are over.

Is he going to strike the whole
thing off the record?

No, but he's going to let her out and give
us six weeks to collect the money.

Wait, what's the matter?

Hey, wait, what's the matter, Mae?

Oh, now it's the rent.

Sixty bucks final notice, it says.

Well, I wonder how it's going to feel
to sleep in the park.

I don't have to worry.

I've got a guarantee from the county to have
a jail roof over my head any time.

Say, haven't you girls got any
bananas in the house?

How do you like that?
He's complaining.

Kewpie, you're the kind of a guy that takes
a lollipop away from a baby

and then kicks because it's
the wrong flavor.

I'm hungry.

How can you eat watermelon, cucumbers,
cheese and then bananas?

Can I help with if I like bicarbonate?

Can't never get an idea?

Do I have to think of everything?

Say, are you girls behind in your rent?

Behind in the rent?

What gave you that idea?

Then I've been doing a lot
of thinking for nothing.

I think it's a novelty for you.

Of course we're behind in our rent,
you sap.

What were you thinking about?

Well, if you kids could stick it out
a couple of weeks, I might help.

- How?
- I'm going to fight the local champ.

- For how much dough?
- Oh, no dough.

Votes.

If I win, I get 5,000 of them
beauty contest votes.

I've got a funny appetite.

Cardboard doesn't do it any good.

Oh, you don't eat them.

You vote them.

Here, Mae.

Read it.

I've poured over it twice.

Make sure it's this year's paper,
Mae.

Hey, wait a minute.
I think he's got something in this.

What do you think I got ahead for?

Just an excuse to use a comb.

Now, let him along, Gloria.
Listen to this.

Contest to select Miss Pacific Fleet
wins city-wide popularity.

Stores and shops give one vote
for every 10 cent purchase.

That'll be swell.
I'll run over and buy a couple of pianos.

Contest closes a week from Saturday night,
and the girl with the most votes

will be elected Miss Pacific Fleet
with pomp and ostentation.

That's peacock feathers, isn't it?

Not quite, but you're warm.

Gloria, this contest is
a lifesaver for us.

We can get out of our troubles.

You've got to be elected Miss Pacific Fleet
if we break our necks doing it.

For Pete's sake, you two sound
like a sister act.

Listen, I mean it.

With Kewpie's big flock of votes and all those
we could gather together, you'd be a cinch.

Go on, Mae.

Read her the prizes that they get.

Well, a lucky winner of the
contest receives $2,500 in cash,

a trip to New York for herself
and companion,

two complete wardrobes and
nationwide publicity.

Well, that means that we could
pay off your fine.

The rent and half a train for New York
by the end of the week.

So we'd be a cinch to get our
old chorus jobs back.

- How does that sound to you?
- Wonderful.

There's only one thing wrong.

- What?
- There are other girls in the contest.

Yeah, but they're not going to have
me working for them.

Oh, poor girls.

Kewpie, you're sure you can swing
the Navy votes to Gloria?

Can I swing them?

Every vote I can lay my hands on.

I can see this is all going
to be on the up and up.

Yeah, and I can take care
of the Marines, too.

I got a pal, Sergeant Tom Forster.

He'd do anything for me on account
of I saved his life once.

How?

He arrested me,
and I went along without fighting.

I'm just dying to meet him.

Well, that's an idea.

We can all go somewhere tonight
and get acquainted.

You're wrong, Kewpie

Bring him along and I'll take
care of the Marine votes.

And I'll bring the head of the contest.

Oh, I just thought of something.

- Do you know who he is?
- No, who is he?

Freytag.
The guy that put Gloria in jail.

Well, that kills another bright idea.

It's well chance of him coming now.

He'll come along all right,
or there won't be no championship fight.

Let's say there'll be me, Mae,
Gloria, Tom and Freytag.

I'll force him.

It seems so stupid the two of us
sitting here,

starving to death,
waiting for those nitwits.

- What do you mean?
- Our boyfriends.

The one that put us out of business,
and the one that put me in the Bastille.

Well, we got to be nice to him.
It's our last stand.

All right, General Custer.

Don't look now, but there's something
awfully cute sitting over there,

that's been blinking at me for
the last five minutes.

Not bad looking.

That's what makes me nervous.
I know my weakness.

You better save your vitality for Kewpie and
what with all he's been doing for us.

It'll take more than vitality
to be nice to Kewpie.

Say he's just smart
enough to want to marry you,

and dumb enough to do it.

Say, pardon me,
I was wondering if you were...

Why, exert yourself.

Listen, we've never been to Atlantic City.

We're not hungry, we're not lonesome,
and we don't like to dance.

Oh, I'm sorry, only I...

You want me to call the manager?

No, I'll take care of this.

Never mind,
I'll take care of it myself.

As you were, Marine,
before I get my flip gun.

Okay, girls, my mistake.

Thanks for trying.

The early worm catches a bird.

Hiya, gals.

This is my pal, Mr. Freytag.

August, Mae.

This is a pleasure I've been
looking forward to.

Here, thank you.

And this is my girl, Gloria Fay.

You met her last night.

I hope I don't end up in jail again.

I'll never forgive myself for
being so impulsive.

You'll never forgive yourself.

Sit down.

Always a ringer.

Well, what do you say we
have a little drink?

Oh, no.

Oiling to bed and early to rise
makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.

Did you ever get a good look at a milkman?

- Always kidding.
- Well, let's have a drink anyway.

Waiter.

Waiter.

Waiter.

Waiter.

Uh, pardon me again.

- Hiya, Tom.
- Hi, Kewpie.

- Where you been hiding?
- Is this the sergeant?

It certainly is.

Sergeant Tom Foster,
U.S. Marine Corps.

Tom, meet Mae.

How do you do?

How do you do...

And this is my girl,
Gloria Fay.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Sit down, won't you?
- Oh, thanks.

Tom, meet my pal, August Freytag.

Tom.

You should be.

You know, you haven't told me
I'm forgiven yet.

Oh, certainly are.

I always wanted to see
the inside of the jail.

Well, now are you girls hungry?

We just came back from Atlantic City.

We're hungry and we like to dance.

Now there's a guy I give my bridge work to.

And there's a little girl that'll
bring it right back to me.

How about this, this Marine here?

A spare pal.

Only your prominent position.

Well, why so good-looking?

Oh, I can see everything's gonna be ducky.

Wait, wait, here we have a drink.
Wait here, we have a drink.

Waiter, waiter, waiter.

Now I almost didn't come tonight...

I shudder to think of what I almost missed.

Music for you?

You don't see a book in my hand, do you?

Oh, well you can read, huh?

Uh-huh.
I can eat apples, too.

You know, I can't dance very well,
but I like the idea, you know?

Well, boy, you've got a sparring partner.

Come on.

You'll excuse us naturally?

Any way you're safe, pal.

I'm gonna waltz with a stick.

You think Laura will ever forgive me?

Not if she dances with you.

Never took a dancing lesson in my life.

You're telling me.

Girls... Girls!

I think it was such a nice idea of mine
to have the Thursday morning club

meet here Tuesday night instead
of Friday afternoon.

It all makes the girls so
delightfully confused.

I must be to the head waiter about
the private dining room weekend.

What's the matter pal?

Do you wanna go someplace?
I'll help you.

No, my wife's in there.

I gotta get out without her seeing me.

- You wanna stay in?
- I'll get you, Orgy.

I've been in that spot myself
plenty of times.

What does she look like?

She's in there talking to
the head waiter.

Leave that to me, pal.
You hide, see?

Meanwhile, I'm fascinated with some
conversation that'll knock her eye out.

Oh, that's fine.
Thank you very much.

We've changed our minds about canceling
the private dining room.

We'll take it now.

Oh, but I'm so sorry, madame.

It is occupied.

Oh, but surely you can find a place
for Mrs. Rita, huh?

One moment.
I will do my best for you.

See, girlies,
all the head waiters know us.

Yes, please.

Hiya, toots.

This must be your lucky day.

What is the meaning of this outrage?

Don't you remember me?

I met you on the telephone.

I never saw you before
in all of my life.

Neither did I.

That just goes to show you
what you can miss in life.

I'm Wiggins,
middleweight champ of the Pacific fleet.

I beg your pardon.

How did you know me?

Baby, when I saw you barge in here,
right away I asked the waiter who you are.

After twisting my Adam's apple for a couple
of minutes, I said to myself, buddy,

she's twice as good-looking as her husband
said she was.

Really, Mr. Wiggins,
you mustn't listen too much to Mr. Freytag.

When he speaks about me to friends,
he always says the nicest thing.

He didn't even say the half of it.

Move along girls, this lazy gentleman
is a friend of my husband's.

I want to have a chat with him.

It won't be too long.

I'll be with you in a moment.

Now, what didn't he half say?

Lady, if I told you the half of it,
you'd have a swell head.

Oh, you Navy gentlemen are so flattering.

What are you doing here?

I might ask the same thing of you.

Why, you... you worm.

Oh, when a woman's contact
becomes such a joy,

it's high time for her husband
to speak.

I don't know what you're talking about.

What are you doing with this seaman here?

Don't tell me that your patriotism
motivated your coming here.

August, people think you're a donkey.

Don't open your mouth and remove all doubt.

Look, Mr. Freytag, I gave me my word.

I'm sitting inside when all of a sudden
your wife cruises in.

Silence!
This is no time for explanations.

I insist my wife come home with me.
Bring her wraps.

But, August, don't you see?

This is the weekly meeting
of the Thursday Morning Club.

So you hold her on Wednesday night.

Wraps, please.

Hey.

Thank you, you are a gentleman.

Auggie...

Auggie!

Won't you gonna finish
this dance with me?

Who is that woman with
your pal Freytag?

Just his wife...

No kidding.

I'm going out and get you
a million votes.

And will you bring them to me
one at a time?

You said it.

What's more,
you've got a date for tomorrow morning,

one for tomorrow afternoon and
one for tomorrow night.

Oh, gee, am I gonna be tired.

What, you mean keeping up with me?

No.

Boring these clothes.

I don't like that look on Gloria's face.

I wonder if she's fallen for them.

Oh, don't be silly, Kewpie.

You said she'd freeze up on them.

Can I help it if you broke the ice?

What's the matter?

Somebody fall off the chutes of chutes?

I mean the rollercoaster?

This is the merry-go-round.

I thought you gonna say...

Say what you asked me?

You asked us.

That sailor there has been getting
the first ring every time.

Mr. Smith!

Mr. Smith!

Remember me?
Vergie!

You know, from Los Angeles.

Seattle.

Look, why did you have to
barge down here?

Oh, I don't know.
I heard about the bowling contest.

Uh, skating contest.

Popularity contest.

Yeah, popularity contest.

Look, Virgie, you might as well
go right back to Seattle.

Oh, Mr. Smith, you like me up north.

Yeah, but you're down south now.

Here are your votes, sailor.

Oh, thanks.

Hey!
You don't help me win this baseball...

What?

Now we are gettin' somewhere.

Oh, mister er... Smith.

I was seasick all the way down here.

You don't know what real suffering is.

No? I was seasick once and
had lockjaw beside.

And stop calling me Smith.

I've told you a million times
my name is Wiggins.

That's right.

I remember now because it sounds
so much like McIntyre.

Here!

Riding on water always has
a funny effect on me.

What effect?

Makes me feel kind of droopy.

Ha ha.
You don't look droopy.

Oh, I don't mean droopy-droopy.

I mean dreamy-droopy, like this.

You look cute when you're dreamy-droopy.

Why don't you try it?

Oh, that's awful.
That's just plain droopy-droopy.

- Let's try it together.
- All right.

Ready, set, droop.

All our lives, let's be dreamy-droopy.

I make $104.60 a month.

That's plenty.

You're going to get a pension too.

- When?
- April 1953.

Only 18 years.

We have an awful lot
to look forward to.

We're going to have an awful lot
to look forward to.

Hey why don't you look where
you're going sailor.

Ha, what do you want,
the whole lake?

Well?

Perhaps coming softer,
I can still hear you.

Hope I didn't wake you up.

You know I don't like anyone
wearing my things.

What are you doing with
my sport coat on?

I didn't want to mush your dress.

Fine thing, 3 o'clock in the morning.

- Where were you?
- I was in heaven, mama.

Yeah, I know.
Out with a corpse.

I'm sorry.

I'll bet you are.

This is the second time you've put me
on a spot with Kewpie.

Thanks for keeping count.

You won't be so flip when you
find out what's happened.

Bad news?

The trouble with you is you think
Kewpie is unconscious.

Well, for your information, he's come out of
his stupor and he's getting suspicious.

Oh, Mae snap out of it, will you?

I've got so much to tell you.

Throw me a hanky, will you?

What's the matter?

Oh, nothing.

Why the water works?

What have I got to cry over?

I thought maybe you were upset
about Kewpie in the contest.

Why should that upset me?

I don't want to go back
to New York or anything.

Of course not.

Oh, don't cry, honey.

Everything's going to be all right.

I'll do everything in my power
to win that contest.

I'll be nice to Kewpie.

I'll pay more attention to him.

Even if I have to take gas to do it.

Okay.

It's getting late.

Where's Gloria?

I hate to tell you this Kewpie,
but she isn't coming.

Then the fight's off.

What do you mean?

Well, that's like telling me I ain't going
to get a postcard for Christmas.

Well, I guess I'll have to let you in
on this, Kewpie.

But Gloria's...

Well, she's fragile.

When did she get that way?

When she met you.

You know, don't you,
what a Dresden doll is like?

How can I, Mae?

I ain't never been in that port.

After all, Chante, go to fight
with your miss, ain't you?

Well, what do you think,
I am going use a slingshot?

What am I,
Samson and Delilah or something?

What's Samson and Delilah got
to do with a slingshot?

That just goes to show what you know
about Bible history.

Samson with a slingshot slew Delilah.

Now, Sam, don't try to tell me
that I don't know my Bible for history.

I'm telling you, Samson slew Delilah with
a jaw bone of a mule, I'm telling you.

Wait a minute.

Who cut off whose whiskers to make
them lose his strength?

Answer me that.

Now, I guess you're going to tell me that
Delilah works in the beauty parlor, huh?

You get me off the subject.

Where's Gloria?

She isn't coming because she can't stand
the sight of someone suffering.

That ain't no excuse.

She won't see any more than she'd see in
an ordinary automobile accident.

Oh, supposing you got a black eye,
how would you look?

Out of the other one.

Kewpie, you don't understand
the woman's angle.

When she sees the man, she loves getting hurt.

I'll tell you this,
Gloria loves you so much,

that if she saw you as much as
stick your finger with a fountain pen,

it would mean a sanitarium for her.

Oh, well, when you put it that way Mae,
that's different.

Now I can't help but like that guy,
knowing what I know about the little woman.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Ladies... one man at a time, please.

Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this fight
will receive 5,000 votes

for the Miss Pacific Fleet Popularity Contest.

In this corner, we have Battling Butch.

And in this corner,
we have a... what's your name?

And may the best man win.

Come here, boys.

The winner.

Ladies and gentlemen, watch closely

and see the champion give
these tickets to the girl he loves.

Here, Kewpie, I'll take them.

Ah, the yanks for you.

Here.

Oh, Hank, Frank, I mean thanks.

Oh, skippets.

I guess the fight's over.

I wonder who won.

Just a minute, honey.

I'll ask her next time.

August?

August.

August.

Hello?

Put that phone down.

What are you so happy about?

Can I help it if I feel good?

You're just doing it to spite me.

All right, I'll get indigestion.
Maybe that'll help things out.

That's right, that's right.

Go on, start nagging me again.

I'm not nagging, dear.
I was reading the baseball scores.

You were not.
They're on the back page.

Well, can I help it if
newspapers deceive people?

Don't avoid the subject.

You were reading about Gloria Fay.

All right, I was reading about Gloria Fay,
where I see she's liable to win the contest,

despite the fact she did not get
Mr. Wiggins' votes.

The finals will be on tonight
at the Casino de Dance.

Oh, fine thing.

It's reached the stage where you're so brazen
you're even taking her dancing.

She's engaged to Mr. Wickens.

Then why did he give his vote
to the other girl?

I don't know, except to give us a reason
for having a fight at breakfast.

August, I warn you.

If you keep on being so picky,
I'll have Mother up here to visit us again.

And I warn you,
if you bring that old buzzer here,

I hope she chokes on one of your biscuits.

Get out!

Get out!

You viper!

Has anyone ever told you that you're lovely
and that you have a sweet miss all your own?

Has anyone ever told you that you're lovely
and that you have a sweet miss all your own?

Oh, how's the market?

That's what I thought.

Annie!

Annie!

I heard you the first time.

Is that boyfriend of yours out of jail yet?

You mean Nick or Elmer?

I mean the good-looking one.

The one with the scar.

That's Nick.
Yeah, he's out on parole again.

- Is he working?
- Just me.

Well, get him over here.
I got a job for him.

Well, he's here now.
I'm having breakfast.

Get him in here.
I want to talk to him.

You want to see me, ma'am?

You betcha.

Sit down.

Nicholas, how would you like to make
a hundred dollars?

I'm sorry, ma'am.
I ain't making them anymore.

From now on,
I'm leaving that to the government.

Oh, no, no, no.
I mean honestly.

I can't take a chance.

You know I'm only out on parole.

All I want you to do is to get a young woman
out of town and keep her out for 24 hours.

Is she pretty?

She's Gloria Fay,
the leader of the beauty contest.

Oh, I seen her picture.

For 50 bucks,
I'd keep her out of town for two weeks.

Yeah, but I got to be sure
I can depend on you.

Well, you see,
a job like this I can't do myself.

But don't worry,
I got pals I can trust.

What's your proposition?

I'll meet her in front of
the main entrance of the casino.

Hello?

This is Mrs. Freytag.

Oh, hello, Mrs. Freytag.

Is Miss Fay there?

Well, may I take the message?
This is Mae O'Brien.

My husband and I have some friends
who don't know who to vote for.

And I thought if they met Gloria,
she'd decide it for them.

Oh, that swell of you, Mrs. Freytag,
shall be tickled to death.

Well, tell her to be sure to meet us

at the main entrance of the casino
at three o'clock this afternoon.

All right,
I'll tell her and she'll be there.

Thanks again.

Hey, Gloria!

Gloria, you're set.
You're in.

What's the matter?
Something serious happened to Virgie, I hope.

Oh, no, it's Mrs. Freytag.

She's got some fine feathered friends
that want to meet you.

They're loaded with votes and they're waiting
for you at the casino at three o'clock.

All right, I'll try and be there.

You'll try and be...
What do you mean you'll try and be there?

Where you going?

Well, Tom and I have things to do
and places to go.

Oh, can't you forget that guy
just till tomorrow?

Well, this is business, honest.

We're out to get some votes.

But if you think it's that important,
I'll try and make it.

It's important, all right.

It's important enough to win
that contest for us.

You'll be there at three o'clock sharp, see?

All right, I'll be there.

Good night, Mama.

Are you sure you'd know
if you'd see her?

Yes, stupid.
Sure, I'd know.

There she is.

Wait a minute,
we can't do anything with this mob.

We have to stall around and
see what happens.

If that dumb fighter hadn't given
you those 5,000 votes,

you'd be so far behind,
you'd look like a caboose on a freight train.

I didn't, Ash.
Ash goes a coke swarm?

You did two cokes in.

You're hazy, crazy.

Well, I had the whole clue...
crew of that submarine sewed up,

I mean, until you chiseled in.

I saw you coaxing them, too.

I did, huh?

Well, you don't have to hoax...
coax for this.

Now they can't, come on let's go.

Ladies... Ladies.
Ladies and gentlemen...

With plenty of refinement.

Navy landing.

Is Kewpie Wiggins around?

Yes, he's here.
Just a minute.

Hey, Wiggins!

Telephone!

You, Wiggins!

What do you want?

Telephone.

Well, who is it,
and what do they want?

Maybe you'd like to have me make an appointment
and have them call you in the morning.

Here.

Wiggins talking.

Oh, Kewpie,
you're the only one I got to turn to.

What do you mean?

Look, some men drove up in a sedan

and put a sack over Gloria's
head and took her away.

Well, gee, mate,
we've got to do something right away.

I'll come right over to your apartment.

Here.

Hey, Clarence,
Gloria's been abducted.

- A what?
- Somebody took Gloria away.

Come on.

Hey, Kewpie, look.

Gloria! I bet those are the mugs
that got her at the casino.

What'll we do?

Hey... Wait, wait...
Wait a minute.

Ladies and gentlemen, after all I am the
President of the Go-Getters Association.

Thank you very much, thank you very much.

Now, as you all know,

the Miss Pacific Fleet Popularity Contest
will close today at 5.30.

Six o'clock.

Six o'clock, six o'clock.

I don't know what could be giving me
a headache, you know?

- Mr. Freytag...
- What is it, what is it?

A catch to get the contest
open just till 6:30?

Why?

We can't find Gloria.

You can't find Gloria?

We better keep it open at 6.30, boy.

No, no, no.

Hot or cold, it closes at six o'clock.

But we got the whole Pacific Fleet
out looking for her.

The whole Pacific Fleet?

They got the whole Pacific Fleet,
we better keep it open.

If she's not here by six o'clock,
she's disqualified.

I'm sorry.

Hello?

You take that for her.

Here we are bringing you the finals of the
Miss Pacific Fleet Popularity Contest.

Terrific excitement prevails
owing to the fact

that one of the leading contenders,
Miss Gloria Fay, is missing.

Nobody pays any attention to me at all.

I got a special announcement,
ladies and gentlemen.

A special announcement.

You just received nine votes for Miss...

Miss eh...

Miss Violet Johnson.

Nine votes for Miss Violet Johnson from
the beer cases at the Tip Top Brewery.

Boy, oh boy, what an upset.

Gloria Fay, the favorite,
has dropped into third place.

Virgie Matthews is still in the lead with
Violet Johnson right at her heels.

What has happened to Gloria Fay?

Flash flash, Miss Adelaide McCutcheon,
number four,

has just received 12 votes from
the bellboys in the Mansion Hotel.

Oh, Kewpie Kewpie were are you...

Hey, wait a... Hold it.
Hold band up there, will you, please?

Here's important news.
Flash...

Good news for Miss Virgie Matthews.

From the bottom of the ocean comes 144 fish...

votes, 144 votes from the submarine F-44.

Oh, Kew...

Get after those guys!

Ladies and gentlemen,
the contest is nearly over.

We'll announce the winner
as soon as we get a final count.

Gloria...

- Gloria! Did you see her?
- No, did you?

No, but we gotta find her.

Gloria...

Oh, Gloria, darling.

How can I ever forgive my...

Oh, Mr. Wiggins,
you saved my life!

Quiet, please.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we have one more minute to go,

and I'm about to announce the winner.

I haven't even told you her name yet.

Her name is Miss...

What's the matter...
What's wrong?

Here are 5,000 votes from the Marine
for Gloria Fay.

Gloria Fay?

Would you mind stepping up at the platform,
please?

Ladies and gentlemen, it's my pleasure to
introduce you to Miss Gloria Fay.

Miss Gloria Fay, the winner!

Please, quiet everyone.

Say a few little words,
will you, Miss Fay?

Hello, folks!

Wait a minute, Kentucky, you can't
do that! 20 million people are waiting!

Hey, I gotta say goodbye to somebody!

Kewpie, help yourself.

Maybe I've been promoting you
for the wrong barrel.

Goodbye, honey!

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Oh, don't worry, girls.
I wouldn't take it so hard.

Everything is all right.
Somebody always must lose.

Next year,
I'm going to give you all a prize.

Here's something in advance.