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Parade rest.

As you all know,
tonight Colonel Blake

will resume his command
after a week in Tokyo.

Unless I made a few remarks
about my recent stint

as your temporary
supreme commander,

I would be derelict
in my officiousness.

I think you all agree that,
by trying to introduce

more discipline, more order,

I have hopefully made this
a more enjoyable war

for all of us.

Leadership is
a lonely business.

Your Napoleons,
your Kaisers,

your Attilas the Hun...

were all alone there
in the front office,

as I have been
this week.

I have thought of you.

I know you have
thought of me.

But some of the notes
in the suggestion box

were really below the belt.

I mean, why drag
my mother into this?

Major.

Oh.

Well, um...
that's about it.

Uh... corporal?

Deform the men.

Company, ten hut!

Dismissed!

To the return
of Henry Blake.

Able to leap tall bar stools
in a single bound.

Faster than
a speeding nurse.

It's Supercolonel!

Ta-da!

More cocoa, Frank?

Just a smidge.

Frank, I'm gonna
show you something
you've never seen before.

Oh?

My diary.

Last night's entry.

"Dear Diary. I can't go
to sleep before I tell you

about my scrumptious
Major F.B."

"In the last few days,
it's been so exciting

"to watch his growth...

"as a commander.

"Diary,
I really feel this man--

"dare I say my man--

"has greatness in him.

"And I'm grateful
that a little bit of it

occasionally rubs off
on me."

-Oh, Margaret.

RADAR: Major Burns, sir?

He's not here!

Uh, we had a call
from Col. Blake.

-What is it?
-Oh, are you there?

Uh, I just got here.

He's doing
a snap inspection.

Uh, yes, sirs.

Uh, just slip the message
under the door.

It's verbal.
I'll get my mouth dirty.

What is it?

Colonel Blake's apologies, sir.

He won't be home
for two more days,

and he said that you
should keep carrying on.

I guess that goes
for both of you.

That'll be all, Corporal.
Dismissed.

Smoke if you got 'em.

I don't smoke, sir.

Then go to sleep,
on the double!

Yes, sir.

Two whole days!

Hit it!

Hit it!

Ten hut!

The OR was jumping, huh?

Full house every night.

I think we're ready to
open the war on Broadway.

Uh, lots of head wounds.

That comes from
trying to take hills

the other guys
have grown fond of.

You pulled every
one of them through.

You guys make me
look awful good.

All right, Henry,
what is it?

What is what it?

Henry, you're bursting
with something.

Your face could
open a branch smile.

Okay, guys.
Brace yourselves.

Sit down.

-We're sitting, Henry.
-Then I'll sit.

I can't sit.
I'm already sitting.

Then I gotta stand.

Henry.

Okay, guys, okay.

I'm in love.

Okay, okay.

I know it's crazy.

I'm 44 years old,
and I only hear

about half of what
anybody says.

And I'm starting to brush
my hair with a towel.

And my hips-- my hips
are forming a rain gutter

for my waist.

I'm thinking
about moving my cot

into the men's latrine

so that I can cut down
on the traveling time.

And yet this
middle-aged mess

from Bloomington, Illinois,
is head-over-heels

puppy dog in love.

Well, don't keep us
in suspense.

Who's the man,
woman, or child?

Check one.

The fourth picture's
the best.

That's a nice-looking kid.

Real winner.

And you're in love
with her mother?

Get out.

No, that's it, that's her.

Nancy Sue Parker. Nancy Sue.

Henry, did you get
a chance to ask her age

before the gym teacher
called the police?

Just a minute, here.
She's no kid.

She'll be 21 in August.

Henry, you've got
a corn that's 21.

Okay, okay.

I know, I know.

I'm a damn fool, right?

No, Henry,
we didn't say that.

Where did you meet her?

I'm in the Dai-ichi
Hotel coffee shop

with Mel Rosenbloom.
He's the, um--

The UN gynecologist.

The UN gynecologist.

And we're trying to
decide which bathhouse

to go to
after breakfast.

Well, the hostess comes over,
and she says, uh,

"Do you mind sharing?"
And wham, bang!

Miss Nancy Sue Parker
of Independence, Ohio,

pulls up a chair and sits
right down on my heart.

Hit me.

She's a clerk-typist,
a civilian.

With the Air Force.

Our eyes met,
and it was as though

we'd known each other
all our lives.

Except that you're
one life up on her.

Half-hour later,
there I am, Dr. Henry Blake,

walkin' down the Ginza,

holding hands with
that beautiful kid,

capillaries wide open,
wanting to yell

"I'm in love!"
to everybody in sight.

Secure in the knowledge
that very few Japanese

correspond with your wife.

TRAPPER:
Oops.

You said the magic word.

It's an ordinary word.

Something found around
the house every day.

Hey, well, uh--

What am I gonna
do about Lorraine?

Ha ha.

Henry, what is
there to do?

You flung your fling.

You spent a week
in the rumble seat

of the time machine.

Now it's back to
"Dr. and Mrs. Henry Blake

regret to announce their
forthcoming anniversary."

It's not that simple.

I mean, y-you guys
aren't reading me.

I got the big L.

L-U-V. The real thing.

Hawkeye pegged it, Henry.

You think you're the first
to do what you did?

Hold it.

It's happened to
many a married man,

dead or alive.
Uh, granted,

sometimes you can't always
tell the difference.

Henry, why don't you
just file this under

"Andy Hardy Remembers
His Teeth in the Glass?"

Okay.

I think you guys'll be
clued in a little better

on Friday, when
Miss Parker comes up

for the weekend from Tokyo.

Gloryosky, Henry.

I'll all be on
the up-and-up, of course.

Oh, of course.

I mean, she'll have
her own tent,

and I'll be in mine.

Right, now if you'll
excuse us,

we'll start digging
the tunnel.

Hello.

RADAR: Uh,
the door's locked, sir.

Um, hang on, Radar.

This door's never locked.

Just hold your bladder, Radar.

Come in.

What is it, Radar?

Huh?

You wanted to see me?

Oh, yes. Uh,
Captain Cosgrove confirmed

that he'll fly Miss Parker--
that's the young lady--

here at 1700 hours
Friday night.

Thank you.

Yes, sir.

Uh, flowers will be placed
in the V.I.P. tent

immediately after delousing
and disinfecting.

That's lovely. Anything else?

Uh...

There'll be Japanese lanterns
in the Officers' Club,

and the cook is making
a special cocktail dip

out of powdered eggs,
lard, and prune juice.

Sounds yummy.

-Uh, Radar.
-Sir?

See to it that this gets
put on the jukebox, please?

-"You Make Me Feel So Young"?
-Yeah. Mm-hmm.

-Is that it?
-Uh, yes, sir.

Good.

Oh. These letters from home
came while you were away.

Mm-hmm. Just put 'em
on my desk.

Well, if you want,

I can wait for you
to dictate an answer.

That'll do, Radar.

-Yes, sir.
-Mm-hmm.

How you doin', champ?

Terrific.

Henry?

Huh?

Your hair is bleeding.

Four...

five...

Half-hour to
Miss Parker, sir.

Uh-huh.

You okay?

Of course I am.

27...

28...

29...

Hey, Henry,
she get here yet?

Not yet.

The school bus
must be late.

It's 86
on those cracks, huh?

As a personal order?

Okay, Henry.

Teenager at 2:00.

Hi.

Hi, Henry.

Oh, God--
Easy now, watch it.

Don't get your pretty
little foot caught.

Uh, kill your engine,
will ya?

I'm a doctor.

You can believe me,
that's a nice leg.

That sweater's not filled
with chopped liver, either.

Whoopsie, watch the mud.

Radar! Hold on.

Miss Nancy Sue Parker,
these are Captains Pierce--

And these are
Captains McIntyre.

Hi. It's so nice
to meet you.

Henry's told me what
great doctors you are.

Just by seeing you,
I can tell it's true.

-Uh, Radar!
-Yes, sir?

Would you take
Miss Parker's, uh--

-Bags. Yes, sir.
-And you.

You just have to be
Corporal O'Reilly.

Yes, I just have
to be, ma'am.

Nobody else wants to be.

Is he adorable!

Y-You just wanna take
him home and cuddle him.

We do that all the time.

But if you get him wet,
his stuffing comes out.

Okay, guys. I think
we'll just run along.

Um, would you like
to freshen up, Nancy?

Whatever you say.
You're the boss.

Nice to have met you.
Will I see you again?

Oh, yes. We live here.

Uh, well,
come along, dear.

What do you think?

The age difference
could be a problem.

Mm-hmm, she's 21,
and his wife is 42.

Well, here you go.

We've had a lot
of VIPs in here,

but no one VIPer than you.

Okay, Radar.
Mucho apreciado.

Thanks a lot.

Uh, will that
be all, sir?

That'll be more
than all, Radar.

Uh, do you want
to, uh, answer those
letters home, sir?

Not now, Radar.

Yes, sir.

Bye, Radar.

Oh, bye, ma'am.

He really is adorable.

The whole place
is adorable.

Oh, Henry.

Oh, gosh,
did I ever miss you.

Oh, me, too.

You're all I thought about.

Me, too.

What are you wearing?

Practically nothing.

Rats!

I gotta go on duty.

I got a patient
with a weepy abscess.

Boy, I love you.

Me, too.

Uh-huh.

Good evening,
Lieutenant, Captain.

Hi, Kwang.

Dry martini,
right, Captain?

There should be dust
on the olive.

Sheila?

Hmm, I'd like
something weak.

How about me?
I can't say no to anybody.

I'll just have
some ginger ale.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh.

There she is.

Nancy Sue, I'd like you
to meet two of my friends.

This is Bob Dwight.

Is that what all
the fuss is about?

He's making a jackass
out of himself.

-It's immoral.
-Disgusting.

Frank, is that your knee?

I thought it was yours.

Well, as long
as it's ours.

Watch it.

All we have to
be is polite.

-Simply correct.
-Right.

Anything more looks
like we approve.

How could we?

A married man fooling
around with another woman.

Uh, honey, I want you
to meet some people.

Okay.

Miss Parker, Majors
Houlihan and Burns.

Nancy, Margaret, Frank.

Um, I'm Frank,
she's Margaret.

It's a very genuine
pleasure to have you

at the 4077th,
Nancy dear.

Oh, it's mine, too.

Everyone's been so terrific
about being nice to me.

Well, it's nice
to be nice to the nice.

Well, she's darling, Henry.

Looks a little like
your oldest daughter,

doesn't she, Frank?

He has three.

Uh, they're all back
in the States.

Well, goom-bye, people.

We're gonna wet
our whistle.

Glad to have met you.

"Nice to be nice
to the nice"?

Just making conversation.

Try doing it
with your mouth shut.

Ah, well, have fun, kids.

Oh, uh, you remember
Captain Pierce.

And, uh, this is
Lieutenant Sturner.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Can I interest you
two in a blast?

Kwang, uh,
we'll have, uh--

Uh, one pink lady.

And I'll have
a peach blow fizz.

KWANG:
Yes, sir.

Uh-huh.

Golly, Henry, you really
have a fun command.

Uh, yeah.

Now you have
gone and done it.

Done what, dear?

This is just like my music
from Ohio State.

I used to be
a cheerleader.

I don't know why that
doesn't surprise me.

Oh. Does that take me back
to those Saturday afternoons!

Oh, Kwang, I think we'll
have our drinks at the table.

Oh, God, makes
my legs homesick.

Give us a cheer, Nance.

Pierce.

Come on,
one for the Gipper.

Look at Henry.

The proud father.

Ohh.

Oh, wow!
That was swell!

Big news, Nancy.
The team broke its leg,

and they want you to star
in the second half.

I used to be
so much better.

I'm so out of shape.

Is there anything
I can do to help?

Steady, McIntyre.

Your drinks, Colonel.

-Oh, thanks, Kwang.
-That was really nice.

MAN :
Attention, Doctors
Blake and McIntyre.

Report to surgery
on the double.

It's an emergency.
Doctors Blake and McIntyre.

-Oh, fudge!
-Henry, I'll work with Trapper.

No, no, no.
You've had a little
of the wet stuff, Pierce.

I'll take it.
I'll be right back.

Nancy, it's all
in a day's work.

Come on, McIntyre.

We'll keep
your drinks warm.

Okay.

What do you think?

Yuck.

I meant Nancy.

Well,
what's not to like?

Yeah.

Suction.

Suction.

Everybody likes Nancy.

I honestly think
even my wife would like her.

Henry,
get away from the ether.

So this happened three
times, and finally,

the guy turned
to his wife and said--

Thanks a lot.

Good night, Captain.

Good night, Lieutenant.

Aren't you supposed
to salute?

We don't know each
other well enough.

Good night, Nancy.
Nice meeting you.

Me, too.

She your girl?

No, I'm married
to my work.

I'm too cheap
to buy a ring.

Well, here you go.

I'll see you tomorrow,
I'm sure.

I'm sure.

Breakfast is at 5:00.

But isn't it still
dark then?

It helps if you
can't see it.

Oh, speaking of seeing...

Yeah, the light is
right on the-- here.

Thanks.

No charge.

You're tall.

My folks planned it
that way.

They saved up their money
so no matter what happened,

I'd be tall
when I was 21.

-I love tall men.
-Me, too.

I've always been crazy
about Abe Lincoln.

-Hawk.
-Huh?

The first time we met,
you knew it too.

It was in the air.

That was Henry.
He was sweating a lot.

Nancy...

In the first place,
I want to thank you

from the bottom
of my mouth.

Secondly, we're not in
the parking lot at the prom.

And, lastly, one of us
loves Henry Blake,

and I think it's me.

It was nice meeting you
and your pompoms.

Hey, buddy.

Beat it.

I haven't got a dime
for a cup of coffee.

Henry's Nancy just gave me
a good-night tonsillectomy

you wouldn't believe.

You're kidding.

And Henry thinks
he's found the real thing.

Holy cow!

Radar just got
Henry outta post-op

to talk to his wife
on the telephone.

Come on, before he
blows his marriage.

Was she good?

My lips may
never walk again.

Don't send me your stubs.

I can't balance your
checkbook in a war zone.

Lorraine. Lorraine.

Lorraine, please don't
talk to me and the kids

at the same time.

Uh, wh-- Andrew?

Andrew, I don't care
if your sister did

put an ice cube
down your underwear.

Girls will do that.

You mustn't hit her
with the dog.

Now look, Andrew,
until I get home,

you're the man
of the house.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I-I know Mommy
thinks that she is,

but you really are,
so-so behave yourself

and-and take good care of
everybody till I get back.

Just as soon as the war
is over, son.

Okay, pal, put her on.

Lorraine, honey?

Yeah, send me--
send me the check stubs.

I'll-I'll straighten it out.

Of course I do.

Goodbye, darling.

What do you guys want?

We, uh, we just wanted
to say good night, Henry.

Right, yeah.

Listen, uh, remember
I said I found a girl

who was the real thing?

Well, she's $68 overdrawn.

-Good night.
-Good night, Henry.

Right.

Radar?

Sir?

My wife was very grateful
that I called her.

Oh, yes, sir.

Makes me wish I had.

Well, I figured, since
you didn't have time

to answer her letters--

Good night, Radar.

See you at breakfast.

Oh, yes, sir. 5:00 sharp.

Let's give ourselves
a treat, huh?

5:15?

Oh, yes, sir.

Now, you will call me,
won't you, Henry?

Oh, yeah, sure.

I don't get to Tokyo
that often,

but, uh,
you'll be the first.

Goodbye, Henry.

Rah-rah.

That's life, huh?

I couldn't wait
till she got here,

and now I'm glad
she's gone.

Just as well, Henry.

If you'd sucked your gut
in one more time,

your belly button would've
fallen out your backside.

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