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Oh! Mercy sakes, Hector.

You scared me
out of a year's growth.

Gosh, Nett y!
I'd hate to do that.

Letter says,
"important," but it ain't.

It's just a corset ad. I
got one for all you girls.

Card's post marked
'Poughkeepsie, N.Y.'

You've got a married sister there,
ain't you? Yeah.

And how did she say she is?

Oh, fine!

Hello Cora. Hello!

Oh, there ain't nothing
for you folks, today.

Well, what were you
tooting about?

Well, I... I thought maybe,
there was something to go.

Is business so bad
at the Post Office,

you have to go around
drumming up trade?

Hector Titus, what ails you?

Don't you know?

No. Listen.

For Uncle Sam, I toot twice,
but three times means

"| love you."

Hector!

You're disturbing
Professor Dana at his work.

Well, don't you care about me?

Let's take that up
later, Hector. Or...

Let's not.

Cora, please.

I'm trying to read
proof on my book.

I've got to find
the laundry list.

Precisely what makes you think your
laundry list will be among my papers?

Precisely because you make notes on
everything.

I did not use, I did not take,

and I have not got
your wretched laundry list.

Now, go away and let me work.

Darwin observed in 1952...

That can't be right.

Vitamin J is composed of
three pairs socks,

four pair underwear male,
four shirts...

What's this list for?
Let me have it.

There's a strange unnatural
quiet about the house this morning.

Where's Nancy? Out
gallivanting with some boy.

Jane's in the barn, working.
Sylvia isn't up yet.

Silvia is an actress, Cora.

Remember, actresses never
get up before noon.

Actress, my aunt Fanny.

A fellow rushes on the stage
and says,

"I say, the duke just eloped
with the milkmaid."

And she says, "Not really!"

And that's all she ever did get to say,
all last winter.

Look at that. Ten o'clock.

I'm going up and roust her out.

Who does she think she is?

"Announcing an important book:

"The Effect of Diet on Heredity

"by Oliver Dana."

"A.B.A.M., PhD."

"Publication date,
September 30th."

"The author."

"He is now Principal of
a small town high-school."

"This book will make him a
leading authority on nutrition."

Authority?

♪ Oh my mountain Oh my sea 4“

Nine unknown men.

Nine unknown men.

Pick me a pickle.

Pick me a pickle.

♪ Oh my mountain Oh my sea

♪ Oh my mountain Oh my sea 4“

Nine unknown men.

Nine unknown men.

Pick me a pickle.

Pick me a pickle.

Morning, Father.
Pick me a pickle.

Couldn't you practice some role

where you just suffer silently?

I'm awfully sorry, Father.

I will be as quiet as a mouse.

Thank you, Sylvia.

Pick me a pickle.

Pick me a pickle.

"It has been truly said,
"Man is what he eats."

This is the thesis
of my exegesis.

Thesis of my exegesis.

Exegesis.

Treatise. This is the...

This is the thesis
of my treatise.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Well,
you like it or not, she's my girl.

"BOY". She never said so. KENNETH:
She never said she wasn't, so she is.

Yeah? KENNETH". Yeah.

Yeah? Well, I asked Nancy first.

"KENNETH". She's going with me.

Yeah? KENNETH". Yeah.

You think you're a big shot
'cause you live in Danbury.

Ah, go home, you hick.

I dare you to hit me.
I double dare you.

"I'll show you... KENNETH".
You can't do that in this town!

You won't get away with it.

Boys, boys, boys...

Kenneth, I'm surprised at you,

President of the Freshman class.

He can't grab my
girl. I grabbed her.

Gentlemen, gentlemen,
what are you fighting about?

Me, Pop.

She said she'd go to the
4th of July dance with me.

And then, this guy...

He said he'd buy her
a slave bracelet.

Okay. I cannot waste
my time with you brats.

Go on down to the
boathouse and take a swim.

And behave yourselves.

Last one in's a rotten egg.

Slave bracelet?

A“ Today at dawn

x A butterfly

♪ Came to my window sill

♪ No sunlight
Leaving on his wings

♪ Wakened me from my dream

♪ Oh butterfly
If you could speak

♪ What would you say to me?

♪ Do you know now
Of whom I am dreaming?

♪ Did he send

♪ You to me?

♪ Perhaps

♪ Perhaps

♪ You've come to say

♪ Good morning, my dearest one

♪ Last night I told you

♪ I adored you

♪ I asked you
If you loved me too

♪ You laughed and said

♪ You did not know

♪ If it would be wise to tell

♪ Perhaps, perhaps

♪ It would be wiser

♪ If I told you goodbye

♪ Perhaps, perhaps

♪ He does not know

♪ Why, I did not mean
What I said

♪ Perhaps, perhaps

♪ Better tell him

♪ Tell him I love him so a'

Thank you, Dad.

That's too good for rabbits.

Much too good.
How are they today?

Never better.

I'm beginning to wonder whether
that's due to my diet or your singing.

You know, there may be
a vitamin in music.

♪ I only know I love you

♪ Love me

♪ And the world is mine a'

Not my music anyway, I guess.

Any increase in the population?

Uh huh. Mrs. 129, sextuplets.

What again? Hm.

That's nice going, isn't it?

How many litters has she had,
as of today?

Seven.

I assume she ought to
be getting litter-perfect.

Oh, Dad. I'm sorry.

Full of pep, today.

The blurb for my book
called me an authority.

Well, it's a wonderful book.

Hey, look. Ms. 272 seems to
have lost three ounces last week.

What diet is she on?

TYPE six.

Try Type four.

Shall I add some Vitamin E
and estrogenic hormone?

Mm-hm. Say,
they'll be calling you an authority too,

pretty soon like Madam Curie.

Madam Curie?

No, it'll be a long, long time before I
know anything much about anything.

Except maybe,
the habits of rabbits.

Anything wrong?

No,
why Dad? Have you noticed a change in me?

Oh, no sudden change.
Of course, since the day

when I used to walk the floor with you,
you have grown up a little.

Not much.

I'm afraid I am not
very sophisticated.

Sophistic...
Now, you are being young.

Real sophistication, dear,
is just the another name for good taste.

Sophistication isn't doing.
It's knowing.

The dictionary says,
it's worldly knowledge based on experience.

Hey, Peggy, Jane,
Come here a minute, will ya?

You go. I'll finish this. Thank you,
Dad.

And speaking as an authority...

I'd say you're the
nicest girl in the world.

Oh, it's awfully
sweet of you, Dad, but...

I'm sick of it.

Would you rather be nasty?

I can see my tombstone,
right now.

"Here lies Jane Dana."

"Scientist and spinster."

"She died at the age of 82."

"A nice girl."

Morning, Don. Hi Peg.

Hang on to this speed wrench,
will ya?

Hey, what's this?

Happy Birthday.

Gee, thanks, Peggy.
Thanks very much.

Nobody in town has a Samoa.

I've seen from Java's and Siam's,
Borneo's and Tahiti's,

but no Samoa.

I am not too sure
where Samoa is. Are you?

Yes, it's right over that way.

Oh, now I know.

Well, all I know is that
Robert Louis Stevenson says,

to get to Samoa,
you go to the Pacific Ocean and turn left.

Well,
here. Hold on to this a minute.

You know, I've got a better idea

for a baffle system
for that muffler.

If it works out, it will cut power
loss down 6% or maybe even 8%.

Hand me that small wrench,
will you?

Here it is.

They say, it's so beautiful.

So romantic, so different.

That does it.

Say Peggy,
do you wanna go for a ride?

Just up Red Coat Hill.

There's something
I wanna tell you.

Don, I'd love to.

Wait, I'll have to go tell Cora.

Do you think she'll let
you go all by yourself?

Mr. Webb, a little less sarcasm
and more soap and water,

if you don't mind.
If you're gonna be formal,

I'll even put on a shirt.

Sweet, isn't it?

Hm?

Listen, Jane.

Yes, Don?

Well Don,
what was it you wanted to say to me?

Huh?

I just want you to listen.

I am listening.

Well?

Well, what?

Oh, don't you notice
any difference

since the last time
we were up here?

You seem the same.
On the outside, anyway.

Oh, not in me. In the motor!

Oh.

Listen to her purr!

She doesn't growl,
she doesn't groan, she just purrs.

Isn't that beautiful?

Perfect.

Hm. Right bank's little warm.

Peaceful up here, isn't it?

Uh-huh?

Makes you feel so alone,
doesn't it?

Huh?

I mean, as if there's nobody for miles,
and miles, and miles.

Uh-huh. Like to get out?

If you would.

"Legend says
that here, Wild Cloud,"

"a young Indian brave
leaped to his death."

"When he lost the love of
the Indian Maiden, Shy Eyes."

Do you think, you really did?

Did what?

Died for love?

Huh?

Oh, him!

Shouldn't wonder. He
doesn't look any too bright.

Don Webb,
I think y0uTeinlove with this juggernaut.

I guess, I am a little.

Well after all,
I built her with my own hands.

Yes, and just look at them.

Oh, Don!

Now, here's what
I wanna tell you about.

Now,
you see this potato? Yes, Don.

Just an ordinary everyday spud.

All right? Now, watch.

Stick it in the exhaust pipe.

Now, I'll show you something.

See?

Wide open. No power.

And all because of a potato.

It'll slow any car down
to 15 miles/hour.

You can't make it go any faster.

Well, the muffler
in the car of today

is almost as big a
power thief as a potato.

But in the car I'm gonna make,

I'm gonna eliminate
that power loss.

H ow?

I don't know yet.

Oh now, I'll show you
how to get rid of the potato.

I turn off the ignition.

Then, I turn it on
to make the car backfire.

Kaboom! Out shoots the potato!

Is this what you brought
me up here to tell me?

Yeah,
interesting. Isn't it? Fascinating.

Do you know more
tricks with potatoes?

Oh, no. The, let's go home.

We thank you for this food and for
the fun of eating it together in peace.

Amen.

Oh, it's hot!

One does not blow on one's soup.

Oh. Doesn't one?

Well, there are several schools of
thought in the art of soup cooling.

There are the blowers,

the tanners,

diluters with ice water,

and the wait-till-it-coolers.

Now, I belong to
the old school, the toughest.

We take our soup straight.

And if it burns us,
we just laugh it off.

See?

You want ice water, Dad?

Nancy? Manners.

May I be excused?
I think it's for me.

I am anticipi-tating a call.

Nancy... Anticipating.

Thank you, Jane.

This is the Dana residence.

Miss Nancy Dana speaking.

Hello darling. Who is this?

I bet I can too guess...

It's um...

Georgie?

Um... Ken?

Father, you really should
do something about that child.

What, lock her up?
I tried that with you.

By the way, whatever became
of that butcher boy with adenoids?

Well, he's still got 'em.

I know. It's Porky.

You could put the phone
int the dining room.

Look,
she hasn't eaten her soup once this week.

Leaveit Leaveit.

Is it, uh... Bugs y?

It's Pinky.

Pinky Greene.

I knew it was you all the time.

Oh, Well...

I can't talk now.

There are persons here.

Oh!

Al Revoire.

Pardon my absence.

It's Au Revoir.

Thank you, Jane dear.

One does not read one's book
when one is at the dinner table.

Father,
speak to Nancy. Hello, Nancy.

There we go.
That's more like it.

Potato?

No. No potatoes?

Getting finicky in your old age.

It's too late for the mail.

If it's that boy, Stinky Bean...

It's not Pinky Greene.

It's Hector, all right.
Probably a special delivery.

Now Hector,
we don't want any parades.

Brand new. You like it?

Cute as a bug's ear.

But did you have the nerve to
get me out here to show me this?

Oh! Special delivery
for the Professor.

Oh. From New York, NY.

Research Institute of The Van
De Meer Scientific Foundation.

Now, what do you suppose?

It's probably about something
scientific like Botany.

Thanks.

What are you doing tonight?

Hector, forward march.

Thank you, Cora.

Oh,
Van De Meer Foundation of Science. Look.

Oh Dad,
they've given you a fellowship.

Oh Father, do open it.

Gee,
we'll live in New York on Park Avenue.

You read it, Jane.
I forgot my glasses.

All right.

It's not exactly a fellowship,

but it's a step toward one.

There's a man coming to
see you from the Institute, Dad.

"Sorry for such short notice,
to discuss your..."

"Cordially yours,
Richard Calvert."

Richard Calvert?

Mm. It's a romantic name.

Richard Calvert.

How old is he, Pa?

Oh, thereabout... How do I know?

Mm... Richard Calvert is 50-ish.

He is a small... pale man
with a big black beard.

And he looks at you as if you
were a germ under a microscope.

You know him, then?

No, but since he's
a great scientist.

Oh, I can grow a beard.

Mine will be pink, I guess.

Is he gonna live in the house?

We could make room for him here.

Sylvia, you can move in
with Nancy and me.

No, I think Mr. Calvert would be
more comfortable if he stayed at the Inn.

Oh, I guess we all would.

What's for dessert, Cora?

Oh, charlotte russe.

Hm.

There better be six of these.

There are six.

You see? I'm as
innocent as a new laid egg.

Where did I put that
pastry tube? This it?

Oh.

You see? How did
the Professor take it?

Take what?

The news.

What news?

The letter.

Hector Titus, you're the snooping-est,
peeping-est...

Aw!

Aw, you little rascal.

Here, you can lick the bowl.

Now, now, now, Hector...

Ah, just one, Cora. Not now.

Ah!

Excuse me, Hector.

Howdy, Nancy? I was just...

Oh, don't worry.

I understand.

Cora, that man.
He's coming tonight.

Pop just saw
the date on the letter.

Jane's got to drive over to
Greenleaf to meet the 8:14 train.

Well, she better hurry up.

Who's coming? Whiskers.

Cora!

Cora, is there any gas
in the car?

There's enough. Hello, Hector.

Here,
eat this on the way. Thank you.

Jane, Mr. Calvert is not expecting to be
met by a girl. He won't be looking for you.

Well, I'll be looking for him. I'll
know him by his scientific look.

Drive carefully, now.

You know me, always careful.

Oh hello, Hector.
Howdy, Professor.

HeHo, Doug.

Hi, Jane.

Going to the boat club dance?

Yeah, I guess so.

My guest wants to.

Hiya, Pete!

Hiya, Doug!

Oh, oh!

Oh, strictly a goody.

No hope? No hope,
no soap, no nothing.

How do you do?

How do you do?
My car's right over there.

So is my wife.

Oh, aren't you Mr. Calvert?

No, but a rose
by any other name...

Oh, I'm sorry. But I am
looking for a man with a beard.

That's funny.

Oh, is it?

Yeah, so am I.

So are you what? Looking
for a man with a beard.

At least I think he has one.

Say, maybe we're looking
for the same fellow.

Is your beard named Dana
by any chance?

No.

What? Did you say Dana? Yeah.

Scientific Doug.
Do you know him?

He's my father,
I'm his daughter.

Well, how do you do, Miss Dana?

You're not Richard Calvert.
Uh-huh.

Oh, but you don't look like him.

I mean, I thought you
were different.

Well. With shrubbery.

Whiskers or no whiskers,
I'm still Richard Calvert.

I have been for years.

My car's right over there.

It's awfully nice of you
to come and meet me.

That's a charming house.

Will you look at that? What?

That fence.

When I was a kid in Maryland,
we had a fence like that.

I used to be able to
play tunes on it. Listen.

Home, sweet home.

No.

Old Black Joe.

No, Dixie!

How are you, Mr. Calvert?

Mighty nice of you
to come all the way up here.

So far, it hasn't been
much of a hardship, Professor.

I take it that your
specialty is Dietetics.

No, I'm not really a scientist.

May I take your hat? Thanks.

I'm a field man.

Sort of run errands
for the institution.

You know, go to strange places,
collect strange things.

Oh? You bring them
back alive, I trust.

Professors? Yeah.

Excuse me a moment.

Well, let's go and sit down.

Any house rule against a pipe?

No, no.

There's only one rule
in this house, Mr. Calvert.

All jokes are funny.

Well, that's a good rule too.

Let me go, let me pass.

Where do you wanna go?

You shall not save me.

Is what he writes true?
It says, "He falls back..."

Oh, never mind falling back.
Go on, go on.

It can't be true.

It is true.

I've loved you
beyond all else in the world.

Sure. No silly ovation.
Ovation...

Got a date, Jane? No.

I've always loved you.

You shall not save me,
you shall not save me.

What's the old order Hke, Jane?

You shall...

Sure. I know people are harder
to handle than rabbits,

but I think I can make the
pygmy stay on your diet, Professor.

Last expedition, I got rather
chummy with the little fellas.

Welcome back.

Good news, Jane. Mr. Calvert's
going to the wilds of Australia.

When? As soon as I can.

A few days, probably.

He's gonna get
just the data that I need.

We want to find out what makes
the men over there so little

and the rabbits so big.

Will you be gone long,
Mr. Calvert? Not long. A year or two.

Oh, it'll take at least a
year of controlled experiments.

What worries me is,
will the pygmies play ball?

I think so, for me.

I'm really a great pal
with Goobeli.

Goobeli?

He's the chief of the pygmies.

He and I are just like that.

That's the chief.

What do they eat?

Anything that
doesn't eat them first

but what they really like
best is gumdrops.

I remember I was out hunting one
day and as I was going through the bush

Peggy? Hi, Peggy?

Excuse me.

Want to go down to
the drugstore have a soda?

Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't know that...

Come on in, Don.

Fine.

This is Mr. Webb, Mr. Calvert.

How do you do? How do you do,
Mr. Calvert? Glad to know ya.

I'm sorry. I've been working
on the car.

Oh. It's only
transmission grease.

Oh. Please go on
about the gumdrops.

Sure.

As I was going through the bush,

this was in Australia
about five years ago,

suddenly I realized that two of
the pygmies were following me.

You know how they creep? No.

Well, anyway,
they were creeping along after me.

Suddenly, one of them went out of hoop,
and drew back his boomerang...

Forgive me for
bursting in like this.

This is my daughter,
Sylvia, Mr. Calvert.

How do you do? I just
wanted to tell Father,

that I've got your
room ready for you.

Well, thanks,
but I'm staying at the inn.

Oh, nonsense. OLIVER:
That's what it is. Nonsense.

Well, if I won't be
in the way...

Oh, where's your bag?

Out in the car. I'll get it.

Oh, no, let me. I'll get it.

Well, thanks.

Do go on about your story,
Mr. Calvert.

It sounds thrilling. Yeah.

Where was I?

In the bush.

You'd just let out a cry,
and drawn your boomerang.

Sylvia is on the stage,
Mr. Calvert.

And good too, I imagine.

Calvert, that's
a southern name, isn't it?

When I was in Philadelphia,
I met some Calvert's.

The, uh, the Albert Calvert's. No,
no, it wasn't Albert, it was...

Please let him go on
about the gumdrops.

What gumdrops?

Well, I haven't gotten
to them yet.

You see, the second pygmy
was armed with a spear.

He raised it.

- Where does this go?
- In my room.

I've moved in with my sisters.

Are there more of you?

Just one.

She's upstairs in bed.

Oh, that's too bad.

No. It's the best place
for her. She's not ill.

She's reading Little Women.

Oh, youngster, huh?

Well, the pygmy was about
to throw a spear at me...

Oh, then he missed you
with his boomerang?

No, that was the first pygmy.

Oh, he missed.

- No.
- Where did he hit ya?

Nobody has thrown anything
at anybody yet.

It was Gilbert.

I beg your pardon?

It was the Gilbert Calvert's,
I met.

Are they related to you?

Well, vaguely.

I'm of the southern branch
of the family.

Well, I tried to be nonchalant.

I turned to them and smiled...

Do I intrude?

This is Nancy,
the baby of the family.

How do you do?

Y'all?

Ain't she a caution?

How do you do, you all?

Hector, get your big ear
away from that door.

Well.

That's the one that does it.

Oh, gee. 10-15-21.

Well, that gives you the game

and I owe you
approximately 16 cents.

This is the only good hand
I've held tonight.

Cora, Cora. Have we
any mint juleps in the house?

We have not.

Say,
Nancy. How'd he make out? Huh?

About the pygmies?

Oh, all right.

Say, Cora of what'd you do
with my violin?

Left it up under the bed
where you...

Now, wait. Just a minute,
young lady.

You're not going around
all hussied up like that.

And another thing.
No more showing off tonight.

You understand?

It's not me who wants
to show off, it's Pop.

He asked Mr. Calvert,
if he liked music.

What did he say?

No, most folks do. He said
he'd love to hear some music.

He Will.

Go on, skip along. You all.

Hector, mmm-mmm.

Aw, shucks.

You may be in for another
trying evening. You know.

I don't know that I remember
the music or not.

I haven't played together...

I think this is my favorite.

Give me an A,
would you please? Uh-huh.

♪ I can see the lights of home

♪ Shining brightly o'er the foam

♪ Beckon to me while I roam

♪ Away from lights of home

♪ I can see somebody there

♪ Loving eyes and silver hair

♪ I can see her kneel in prayer

♪ Beneath the lights of home

♪ In that little old sleepy town

♪ Nothing happens when
the sun goes down

♪ Not a thing but moonbeams
run around

♪ In a starry dome

♪ Turn the hands of time for me

♪ Let me live my memory

♪ Once again I long to be

♪ Beneath the lights

♪ of home a'

39, 40

It is so so.
I read it in the newspaper.

And they were married. The man
was 30 and the woman was 12.

And where did
the happy couple live?

In India... 49, 50.

Do you think I look my age?

You could easily pass for 14.

What are you going to wear tomorrow night,
Sylvia?

Something simple and summery.

Probably pink piqué.

If you're not wearing your
crimson Crepe de Chine, may I?

My Schiaparelli?

Copy of.

Don't you think
it's a bit too daring?

For me? No. Well, I do.

You're more the white type.

People change.

I'll better keep
your old Schiaparelli.

Besides, you'll never get
to first base with, you know...

Never, never, never,

Don't you adore Richard's eyes?

Mr. Calvert's. NANCY: Well,
I think of him as Richard.

Did you notice his hair?

Not especially.

Such, such manly hair.

You ought to know.
You've been in it all evening.

Hmm, jealous.

Who? Me? Ho ho.

Yes, you. Ho ho ho!

Oh, he's just a wee bit
too obvious.

Oh, I suppose that smooth line
of his would be amusing.

For a week.

And then you'd want to
give him back to the pygmies.

Well, maybe you will.
But then you go in for

the big, strong,
silent slowpokes.

Don is not a slowpoke.

Well, you ought to know, you've
been going with him since you were six.

How old would you say
Mr. Calvert is?

Thirties, perhaps?

I bet he's 22.

I suppose you could tell
by his teeth.

Oh, he's older than that.

He just looks older.
Because he's lived.

I have no idea how old he was
when he came here.

But the way you fiddled at him,
and the way you acted at him

must have aged him considerably.

You know, he might even be
only 21 in a pinch.

I'm exactly 36.

On every year Independence Day,
we always have, uh,

a fourth of July speech.

Patriotic.

This year the speech is going
to be delivered by, uh,

by a man, uh,

a man who...

Well, anyway, there he sits.

Our good friend and neighbor,

Professor Oliver Wendall
Holmes Dana.

Go on, I saw it first.
I saw it first.

I'll have to ask you all
to stop enjoying yourself

while he gives us his address.

Professor Dana.

Ladies and gentlemen, my speech
is divided into ten main headings.

Now tonight,
in towns like this, all over the country,

people like us are
gathered together

to celebrate the fact,

the glorious fact,

that we are a free people.

Therefore, firstly,

should a free people sit
and listen to a lot of talk,

when they can be dancing,
singing or having fun?

Second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth,
seventh, eighth, ninth, tenth!

And out!

But our talented fellow townsman has
said that I would give you an address.

Well, here is my address,

United States of America,

which is the best address that
anyone could give in the world today.

Hello Cora, hello Jake.

Oh, hello.

Come on outside.

I am outside.

Come on further outside.

Okay, come on.

Dance, Nancy?

I'd love to, Bugs y.

May I cut in? Certainly.

Aren't you dancing?

I am. With Don.

Oh,
what a handsome couple you make.

We got once around the dance
floor and then he had carburetor trouble.

Do you have to wait for him?

No, I don't. Let's go.

This little town of Stillwater
certainly comes to life.

Mmm-hmm. Fourth of July
and Groundhog day.

I wish I could
wait for Groundhog day.

When do you leave?
Sometime tomorrow.

Hiya, Jane.
Everything hunky dory?

Absolutely. By me too.

Say boys, you think
you can play without me?

Yes.

Do you mind if I cut in?

Uh, no,

Where are we going?

Don't you trust me? No.

That's fine. Come on.

Hi, Peggy-

Sorry I make a Wallflower
outofyou.

You didn't.
Thanks for helping me out.

You sure the car's all fixed? Oh,
cinch. You see those two little...

Uh, uh, uh.

I'll rinse them off.

Look, there she is. Where?

There. Jane, Jane!

Yes.

The folks say the kids should
ought to go home early.

Want to get your singing
done now?

All right. From here?

Yeah.

Now if we're all nice and quiet,

Jane Dana will vocalize for us.

♪ Way down upon

♪ De Swanee river

♪ Far, far away

♪ Dere's what? My heart

♪ Is turning ebber

♪ Dere's what? De

♪ Old folks stay

♪ All up and down

♪ De whole creation

♪ Sadly I roam

♪ Still longing for de old

♪ Plantation

♪ And for de old

♪ Folks at home

♪ All de world

♪ Am sad and dreary,

♪ Ebry where

♪ I roam

♪ Oh darkeys how my heart

♪ Grows weary

♪ Far from de

♪ Old folks at home

♪ All de world

♪ Am sad and dreary

♪ Ebry where I roam

♪ Oh darkeys

♪ How my heart

♪ grows Weary

♪ Far from de

♪ Old folks

♪ At home a'

Jane, supposethose nasty,
dirty little pygmies eat him?

There are no cannibals
in Australia.

Well, there are kangaroos.

Kangaroos are herbivorous.
Vegetarian. Richard.

Time to put on
your bonnet and shawl.

Well, if I must.

I'll meet you outside.

Handkerchief, Cora.

Here they are.

You're going to depot now? Yes.

You plan on using
your car? Of course.

Oh, Don.

Hi Peggy. Say, I'm afraid your car's
in pretty bad shape, but I can fix it.

In two minutes?

You can use my car.
Go ahead. Take it.

Thanks, Don.

You can drive him in
to New York, if you want.

Jalopy of mine'|| get him there a
lot quicker than that pokey local

and you can be back home
in a few hours.

You wouldn't mind if I drove
to New York with Richard?

No, I know I can trust you.
You'll be careful.

I'm human, Don.

Huh?

Sure. But you're not foolish.

There's one thing I want
to ask you, though.

Yes.

Don't drive over 70.

You're only thinking about
your car. What about me?

Everybody in town will know
I've gone away with Richard,

they might, they might
think things.

About you? They might.

So might you.

Me about you?

Peggy Dana, stop being silly.

So much dirt in this carburetor.
There's no room for gasoline.

Looking for something?

Potato.

In the closet, in the bag.

They say if you hang one around your neck,
it's good for rheumatism.

She ain't got rheumatism,
has she?

I just caught it.

If I'm not home for dinner tonight,
don't worry.

She usually
warms up faster than this.

And runs faster
after she's warm?

Mm-hmm. Can't understand
what could be wrong.

Hi, Jane.

Hi! Get a horn!

Hey! Here comes my train.

I hope you don't miss it.

Well...

when's the next train
for New York?

Tomorrow. Oh!

I'd suggest you drive me to town,
but...

I really should, shouldn't I?

Oh, I don't mind the trip.

Trip? In this thing,
it'd be a career. Oh...

A very pleasant career,
of course,

but I think I'd better
find a quicker way.

Oh, no, no! Wait.

There's... there's probably
some new trick gadget

that I should've twisted.

|-|'|| phone Don. He'll
tell me how to make it go.

I'll see what I can do.
Oh, no, no, no!

Oh, I understand cars.
Not this one.

Only Don does.

Now, you stay right here.
I'll be back.

Hey, mister. What's that for?

What's what for?

That potato in the exhaust pipe.

That's a cute trick.

Don't look at me!

Well,
we're off. I found out what ails her.

So did I. Look at that.

Why, it's a potato!

Yeah, I know that.

But who put it
in the exhaust pipe?

I-In our exhaust pipe? Yeah.

Why? Would that slow us down?

Just enough.

Who would do a trick like that?

Kid stuff.

Maybe Nancy.

When I get my hands on her...

Kiss her for me.

Yes, yes. I know
I'm lucky in lots of ways.

But who wants to be
just useful and contented?

After all, I'm not a cow.

I know. You're a dear.

Now, remember, your father said,
"All jokes are funny."

Now look what you've done!

Oh, we need rain. Not on us.

Put up the top, will you?
Yes, ma'am.

Go ahead and rain.
See if we care.

It's cozy in here.

Wasn't it?

Why don't you phone Don?

Good evening, Upton.

Oh, Mr. Calvert.
Good evening, sir.

Good evening, Miss.
Good evening.

I left my bag out in the car.

Yes, sir.

Say, we better get out of these
wet things right away. Come on.

You go in there.
That's Freddie's room.

Freddie?
Frederica, my kid sister.

Help yourself
to any of her things.

Do you think she'd like it?

Freddie? She likes everything. You
should see some of her husbands.

Anyway, she's up at Bar Harbor
with the rest of the family.

Then nobody's home?
Nobody but us.

I'll see you downstairs.

Trust you're comfortable,
Miss. Thank you.

♪ Holds me first

♪ And won't let me free

♪ Love at last

♪ A part of me unsurpassed

♪ The heart of me

♪ Thrills at last

♪ Who loves rhapsodies

♪ I'd found my happiness so grim

♪ And then you fanned the flame

♪ And like the murmur of a dream

♪ I heard you breathe my name

♪ And there you stood

♪ The same as
I dreamed you would

♪ A flame that
I thought was past

♪ My first love at last

♪ I'd found my happiness so grim

♪ And then you fanned the flame

♪ And like the murmur of a dream

♪ I heard you breathe my name

♪ And there you stood

♪ The same as
I dreamed you would

♪ A flame that
I thought was past

♪ My first love

♪ At last a'

I like that.

Thank you.

Maybe I should've
chosen something simpler.

You couldn't have chosen
anything more becoming.

Thank you.

I like this room.

I hope you'll like my room.

Huh? I'm sure you will. Come on.

Careful.

That's my Great Uncle Gerald.

Gerald? Yeah. Why not?

From what I hear,
Gerald was quite a lad.

Those were his wives.

Oh.

Now, don't be frightened.

Mm. Turkey, ham,

potato salad, nuts.

What's the matter with Upton?
Nothing to drink.

What would you like?
Ice tea, ice coffee or milk?

Champagne.

Come in, Upton.

Why, Upton,
you're positively psychic!

Thank you, sir.
Shall I open it, sir?

No. Nevermind.

Shall you require
anything else tonight?

That's all. Good night, Upton.

Good night, sir. Thank you, sir.

Good night, Miss.

Good night.

Well, ungidi gazana,
ungidi gaza.

I beg your pardon?

That means,
"May you laugh a lot and love a lot"

in double talk.

Well, ungi-ga-zazu,
or whatever it is to you, Richard.

You'd better try some
of this smoked turkey.

Mm-mm. I'm not a bit hungry.

Yes, Upton.

On, my! Uh...

Those are mine.

Will it be satisfactory
if I have these garments

dried and pressed by
first thing in the morning?

Look, Jane,
why don't you stay here?

It'll be a long,
mean drive home in that rain.

Oh. Well... all right.

Thank you, Miss.

Well, I'm hungry even if
you aren't. You mind if I eat?

Mm-mm. No, not at all.

We now come to the Richard
Calvert collection of primitive masks.

This glamor boy
is from East Africa.

I saw him once
with the mask off,

you'd hardly know
the difference.

The owner of the next one,
begged his wife to wear it.

She refused,

so he traded her
for that mask over there

and felt very happy about it.

The next one is African, too.

Glamor is a matter
of geography, you see.

Imagine glamor here
without ears.

Or possibly, a toupee.

The one with the feathers
is strictly a fake.

I got it from a race track tub,

one Derby day at Epsom Downs.

I gave him a winner.

Hold out your glass.

Well, we live only once.

Yeah, stingy, isn't it?

We should have
at least two lives.

Our own and a good one.

But we have only one. Just one.

Yeah. According to Hoyle.

Then isn't it up to us to get
the most we can out of that one?

The most what?

What we want.

If you know what it is.

It's awfully hard
to be sure, Jane.

And it's so easy to be wrong.

You see that ring?

I got that from Tonga,
near Samoa.

They call it
the Friendly Islands.

Pleasant name, isn't it? Uh-huh.

It's not an engagement ring.

They don't believe
in engagements.

It's not, strictly speaking,
a wedding ring.

They don't go in for marriage.

You see, out there,

they“. They're friendly.

To a fault.

So when a man
sees a girl he likes,

he whittles himself a ring like this,
goes to her,

throws it at her feet,
says, "You are beautiful.

I am strong.
Pick it up. I dare you."

And if she does...

They're married.

That's it.

I've got some pictures
of the friendly islanders.

Yeah. I know where they are.

Richard, your phone's ringing.

Answer it for me,
will you, Jane?

But, Richard,
do you think I should?

It's so late and everything.

What Of it?

Hello.

This is the Calvert residence.

Hold the line, please.
I'll call him.

Richard. Come on in.

It's for you. Thanks. Here.

Hello.

Well, hello, Mother.
How are you?

Yeah. I'm fine.

She? She's just a friend
of mine from the country.

She's spending the night.

Now, don't be silly, Mother.

She's just one
of the Dana girls.

Well, it's a long story.

Seems once upon a time,
there was a potato.

Yeah. A potato.

I'll tell you all about it
when I see you.

What? Yeah.

Yes, Mother.

Yes, Mother.

No, Mother.

Yes, I'm all set
to sail tomorrow.

Of course, I expect you
to come to see me off.

Fine. Good night, dear.

I'll say good night now, too,
if you don't mind.

Well, it's been a long,
hard day for both of us.

But such an amusing one for you.

Thank you so much
for saving my potato for me.

But I don't think
I'll need it again.

Next time, I'll find an even sillier
way to make a fool of myself.

So you may keep it.

Belongs with
your other trophies.

Now, Jane, let's talk this over.

And you can have back
your ridiculous ring.

Just as soon as
I can get it off!

Jane, don't go!

Good night. The next door.

We'll have that talk
in the morning.

Good night, Jane.

Hey! It's one of the Dana girls.

That's a fine time
to be getting home!

Hey! Let a body sleep!

Why, it ain't the actress one.

It's the rabbit one!

Pop! Pop!

What's all the hullabaloo?

Oh, it's Jane.

Something awful must've
happened to her. But she's all right.

But she's got on
somebody else's pajamas.

And, Pop, they're bright red!

It's Jane Dana!

Are those pajamas? Uh-huh.

Hey, Ma! Jane Dana's just come home,
tight as a tick.

Are you all right? Yeah.

Darling, are you all right? Yes!

Here she comes, Pop.

Jane, Jane, are you all right?

Go away and leave me alone.

Hey, come here. Come here.
You're not to bother your sister.

If you discuss this with anybody,
I'll spank you.

Yes, Pop. Both of you.

Yes, Father.

Hey, Nancy.
What happened to Jane?

Oh, Don!

What happened?

Don, if you only knew.

If I tell you,
Pop will spank me.

Can I see her? NANCY: She
locked herself up in her room.

And she's crying like anything.

- In somebody else's pajamas.
- Come here.

Oh! Pop! I didn't mean to tell.

- Honest, I didn't.
- I didn't mean to.

I didn't know what I was saying.

I'm going to be one.

I'm gonna devout my life
to serving others.

But not men.

Poor, Jane.

Down at the drug store they
were saying the awfullest things.

I just had to defend her.

What did you say?

Isaid... Well, lsaid,

"After all, when a girl's fiance's
going away for years and years..."

Fiance?

Listen, little big-mouth,

lightning doesn't always
strike in the same place twice,

but your father isn't lightning.

Cora, that was
a very coarse remark.

Sylvia, spell me.

Take your pudgy paws
off of Jane's cap.

Well, twas just gonna
take it up to her.

Yes, so you could wake her up
and pester her.

Isn't Jane up yet?

I prefer not to discuss my
sister's affairs as it were.

Will you tell her I was
here? Four times.

I got to go to Greenleaf now to... well,
it's government business.

But I'll see her tonight
at the bazaar.

Uh, no. I guess you'd better
tell her I said she shouldn't go

with all this talk going
on around.

Hi, Don. Hi, Hector.

Hi, Cora.

Just stopped in to talk
to Jane about tonight.

If she don't feel up to
appearing on the program...

Eh, eh, eh! Now you keep out of that,
you Boa constrictor.

And you are not going
to see Jane.

Well, I've got
a telegram for her.

I was just coming by the telegraph office,
and the boys started to hear,

so I said...

Can't tell nothing about
a telegram from the outside.

I'll take it to Jane.
Oh, no. I shall.

Hector?

I found out what men really are.

Apes. All of them Apes!

After today,
I look upon all men with impunity.

First I'd look up
impunity in the dictionary.

Hi, Hector. Howdy, Professor.

Hear, hear, Nancy.

Even a monkey doesn't like to have
his daughter mad at him, you know?

I'm sorry
I'm such a problem, Pop.

Who is the telegram for? Jane.

Oh! I'll take it up to her.

Jane. Jane dear.

It's Dad.

Oh, Dad.

Got a telegram for you.

You really want me to read it?

"Very sorry about last night.
Richard."

Dad, I...

You don't have to tell me anything
if you don't want to, you know?

Well, |wasn't in love with him,

and he wasn't in love with me.

And I knew it, but...

But...

Oh,
Dad. I did something that was so stupid.

So cheap.

I threw myself at him.

And he didn't even kiss me.

He didn't even try.

Why, the bounder!

|...

I guess it is funnier
than it is anything else.

That's the sort of talk
I like to hear.

I'm afraid you've heard
some you didn't like.

Well, I wouldn't say that your
homecoming went unnoticed.

And you must be prepared to
have a few eyebrows raised at you.

But what's a little gossip when
those who count know the truth, huh?

So, let them wag
their old tongues.

What this town needs
is a good five-cent scandal.

No, I'm sorry.
You can't speak to Jane now.

She's... She's doing as well
as can be expected.

Huh?

I cannot confirm or deny
the report of her engagement.

All I can say at this time
is that she has a ring.

Well people better stop saying
mean things about her,

because when Pop gets real mad,
why he's...

Oh, no. Nancy?

Oh, Sylvia.

Let's get out
and get an ice cream soda.

Drinks are on me.

You might have expected such goings-on
from Sylvia or from that young imp,

but not from Jane.

Her father must
be so disappointed.

You can never can tell
about those quiet girls.

I always figured
she was stuck on Don Webb.

I reckon Jane figured she was
stuck with him.

Oh, mister Titus. It's time
for the entertainment to start.

Yeah,
but Jane Dana ain't here yet.

I doubt very much
if she'll appear tonight

after her performance
this morning.

Well, folks are claiming
they're gonna be married.

I'll believe that
when I hear the wedding bells.

Folks,
I've got an announcement to make.

At this time,
we were gonna hear a song, but,

but our soloist, Miss Jane Dana,
ain't arrived as yet.

I'm gonna let a
cat out of a bag.

We're gonna lose our Jane.

She's gonna marry
mister Richard Calvert,

of New York City, N.Y.

So when she gets here let's show
her how happy we are that she's happy.

Fudge! 10 cents a box.

Buy some fudge for charity,
for the Red Cross, folks.

Oh, so you're going after all.
Good girl.

Bye, Dad.

I'm late.
I'll go along with you.

Dad, I rather go alone.
If I may...

No. It's up to me
to face the music.

It's not gonna be fun,
you know? Not a bit of fun.

Don't worry. I'll be all
right. I'm sure you will.

Oh, Jane Dana!
Aren't you the sly one.

Doggone it, Jane.
We're sure proud of you.

You sure mowed me down.

Jane, we were so surprised.

It's just too wonderful, Jane.

Oh, you certainly
pulled a fast one.

It was wonderful, Jane.

We are so proud of you,
Jane. Congratulations.

Come on,
Jane. They are waiting for you to sing.

Jane, I'm tickled pink.

You have our blessings, Jane.

Good luck, Jane.

♪ I can see

♪ The lights of home

♪ Shining brightly

♪ O'er the foam

♪ Beckon to me

♪ While I roam

♪ Away from lights of home

♪ I can seer

♪ Somebody there

♪ Loving eyes

♪ And silver hair

♪ I can see her

♪ Kneel in prayer

♪ Beneath the lights

♪ Of home

♪ In that little old sleepy town

♪ Nothing happens
when the sun goes down

♪ Not a thing
but moonbeams run around

♪ In a starry

♪ Dome

♪ Turn the hands

♪ Of time for me

♪ Let me live my memory

♪ Once again I long to be

♪ Beneath the lights

♪ Of home

♪ In that little old sleepy town

♪ Nothing happens
when the sun goes down

♪ Not a thing
but moonbeams run around

♪ In a starry dome

♪ Turn the hands

♪ Of time for me

♪ Let me live my memory

♪ Once again I long to be

♪ Beneath the lights of

♪ >a' Home a'

- Congratulations.
- Oh, me too.

We're all pulling for you.

Jane, may I be your bridesmaid?

When is it?
Where are you gonna live?

Hard luck, Don.

What is? Losing Jane.

Oh, what's the gag?

It's no gag. Don't you know
she's gonna marry that Calvert guy.

What? Yeah.

Go ahead, kid me some more.
Enjoy yourselves.

Why don't you stop
being coy, Mrs. Calvert?

I have to give you a shower,
Jane. Shower!

You shouldn't try and fool us.

I feel hurt you didn't tell me.

What did he say
in the telegram, Peggy?

I hope you can wait
until we can sew something for you.

Jane! Hey, Jane!

Peg9v, Pe99v!

Oh, Don! P9993'-

I'm glad you're here.

Now, now, kid.
Don't let this upset you.

Everything is all right.
You, me, everything.

I wonder what those
monkeys use for brains.

Why, they actually believe that rot
about you and Calvert being engaged.

They do? They do. I don't,
of course.

Oh,
I just can't picture you falling for him.

I can't see a man
like Richard Calvert

all of a sudden making
serious passes at you.

Nope. It just doesn't
make sense to me.

It does to them. Oh,
those dopes. They must be dizzy.

You're not gonna
marry anybody but me.

Everybody knows that.

Everybody but me.

Oh, Peggy!
Now you're being dizzy.

I've always
taken it for granted.

So you've taken it for granted.

Well, you listen to me,
Don Webb,

suppose I tell you that Richard
Calvert did propose to me

and that I said yes.
I wouldn't believe it.

Do you know where
I was most of last night?

Alone with Richard.

Oh, I know that and I
know it didn't mean a thing.

I bet he didn't even kiss you.

Or even try.

Hey, where are you going?

Look everybody, it's true.

We were gonna keep it a
secret but since you know,

I might as well tell you I am
engaged to Richard Calvert.

Darling, darling.
I didn't guess.

Oh,
I'm gonna be married in Australia

and I'm gonna spend
my honeymoon in Samoa.

How soon are
you gonna be married?

- Very soon, I hope.
- When Jane, when?

Oh, I'm gonna leave for
Australia as soon as I can.

Richard's on his way there now.

Oh, no.
On the contrary Professor,

it was a bit of good luck
the expedition was postponed.

The Pygmies will keep.
Anyway, I prefer Danas.

Hm? Oh, I'm sorry.

Still a little woozy
from the good news.

You did say the institute
gave me the fellowship.

That's what I said.

Well, I don't have
to teach school anymore,

I can work right here
in my own lab,

I have rabbits,
oodles of rabbits.

I can
hardly wait to tell the girls.

Won't Jane be surprised!

Hi, Don. Leaving early,
aren't you?

Anything wrong? Anything wrong?

Why, what happened? Did the
draft board flunk you this afternoon?

No. They told me I wouldn't
be called for at least two years.

But I'm not gonna wait to be
called. I'm gonna volunteer, I...

You remember Richard Calvert,
don't you?

Remember him? Oh,
sure. He was here only yesterday.

Well he's back. Hello, Don.

Congratulations.

Oh, I'm not the one
to be congratulated.

It is the Professor here,
the Jane.

Why you... Why, you conceited...

I oughta... Oh,
what's the use? What's the use of anything?

What's the matter with him?
Is he tight?

I never saw him
like that before.

Perhaps some lovers quarrel.

Oh, probably.

Well those don't mean anything

when two young people are as
sure of each other as Jane and Don.

No, I did not say, "Oh,
Richard. This is so sudden."

Though to tell the truth,
it was.

Oh, what a liar
you turned out to be.

Huh?

Why, only last week you said you
didn't believe in love at first sight.

Oh, that was last week.

At the wedding I'll play,
"Oh promise me."

Well, Professor Shake,
I just heard the good news.

Already? Yup. Hector announced
it but now it's all over town.

Son,
you certainly done a good job of picking.

They don't come any smarter.

Nor sweeter nor prettier.

No, sir.

Prettier?

Well,
sort of a big night for you, eh, Prof?

Well, biggest yet.

Sort of unexpected too,
wasn't it?

I'm afraid a little undeserved.

Nonsense. You've been
working for it a long time.

Yes. But who did most
of the dirty work? Jane!

Little service please.
A little service.

Bless my soul.

Two
please. Straight. No chasers,

We're so happy. Excfied.

So am I.

The best of luck
through all the years.

May there be of them.
Oh, thank you.

Is supposed to last only
two years. With options.

But you can do a lot in two years,
you know?

Well, happy days-

Ah, it's delicious. Wonder where Jane is?

Over there. Being congratulated.

Oh, shucks I wanted to
break the news to her myself.

Come on, Richard.

Are you gonna
live in New York? Uh-huh.

Richard's father is giving us the dearest
little house for a wedding present and I...

For a wedding present.

It's he!

HeHo, Jane.

Richard! Darling!

What a wonderful surprise! Yeah!

Yeah, it is. Isn't it...

It's all right, dear.
They know we're engaged.

What? I don't know how
they found out but they did.

Oh, I just
couldn't lie about it.

I simply had to tell them.
Oh, sweetheart!

My darling.

Let them think it's true,
please, just for tonight.

Why Jane, my own... My precious!

I'm glad they know. I was
just gonna tell them myself.

But I can't believe it yet. Is
it true? Are you really mine?

Uh-huh. Well,
I'm the luckiest man alive.

Thank you. Angel.

You can stop doing that now.

I don't want to stop now.

You...

Break.

Darling we must
remember we're not alone.

Ah, congratulations, brother.

I'm the town clerk.

I have authority to issue a special
marriage license for you right away.

That is if a need arises
and I guess there is.

You get right along over to the
office and make out that licence.

I'll marry 'em, Sam.

I'll marry 'em. Now get back,
folks. Come on.

Hey, wait a minute.

Isn't it marvelous?

Make room now.
That's it, that's it.

Sweetheart? Darling.

What do we do now?

Darling, shoot me.

Angel, I don't know how?

- You'll learn.
- I will not wait.

We'll be married here and now.

- Oh, no.
- Here and now.

But, honey,
couldn't we wait just a few days?

My dear child, you might
as well get it in that pretty head of yours

that when I say now, I mean now.

And you might as well
get it in your pretty head

that you can't,
"my dear child" me,

or "lord and master" me either.

And if you think
you can bully...

Jane, not in front
of these, these...

These, these, what?
They're my friends.

Don't you dare
call them bumpkins.

Don't you dare
to roar at me like that.

Now, now, now.
This won't do at all.

Richard, may I suggest... No.

Well, |happen to be her father.

I don't care a hoot what you happen to be,
don't interfere.

Oh,
Daddy. He showed me only his good side.

I'm jilting him. He's in on it.

There, there. He fooled me too.

You don't have to take any
guff from that smug twerp.

What did you call me?

A smug twerp. And if you
wanna make anything out of it...

Here Sylvia, hold my coat.
You bet, Dad.

Sock him,
Pop. He's a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

Jane,
I'm still willing to marry you

in spite of your
pig-headedness in your family.

Here's the licence. Hold
it. There's a slight hitch.

I forbid the bands.

Jane, I'll give you onelastchance,
it's now or never.

It's never. Very well.

Very well. I'll start for
Australia tonight. Out of my way.

Pity the Pygmies.

When your daughter
comes to her senses

she can write me at Goomburra,
Queensland, Australia.

Care of Goobeli.

- So, we're bumpkins, eh?
- Lets run that guy out of town.

That's a good idea but
don't do it. It's against the law.

What a nasty nature.
Good riddance.

She found out just in time.

Here, Dad.

Remember dear,
we have our careers.

I'm so dishillusioned. It's
disillusioned. Let's go home.

His ring! I must give
him back his ring.

Richard.

This ring, may I keep it?
Of course.

But won't it remind
you of a bad time?

No. Of a good friend.

May I... May I kiss you, please?

Please.

Good bye, Shy eyes.
Good bye, Richard.

No potato.

Where's Don? I must see him right
away. Do you know where he is?

He's in the army now.

Have assembly sounded in ten minutes. Yes,
sir.

Excuse me, sir.

Uh, I'm looking for a Mr. Webb.

Webb? Donald Winthrop Webb.

An officer? Not yet.

Your husband? No. Not yet.

Oh, I see.

Oh, there's Captain Powers.
Suppose you ask him?

Thank you, sir.

Pardon me, Captain.
I'm looking for a soldier.

Help yourself. His name is Webb.

He's tall, blonde
and quite good-looking.

Sorry. Might ask that Sergeant.

Thank you, sir.

Pardon me,
but I'm looking for Private Don Webb.

He's over there by
those trucks. Thank you.

Hand me that wrench,
will you, Peggy?

Peggy!

Thanks. Oh,
thanks for coming. I couldn't get away.

Don, I'm afraid I did some things
that must have hurt you a lot.

Oh, I only remember the things
you did that didn't.

I felt dreadful when I
heard you sold your car.

Oh, that cheesy old crate.
Glad to get rid of it.

Don, it seems so strange and so
wrong for anybody to be in it but you.

I didn't think I'd ever feel
like working on it again.

You see, I... I made it for you.

Everything I ever do
or make will be for you.

Oh, Jane. I'm sorry, I'm dumb.

How can I make you know that
whenever you're near me, my heart...

it develops such a knock...

Whenever you
speak to me or sing,

your voice, it warms me,
lifts me and thrills me.

I want so much
to have you with me.

For always.

Oh, but I don't know
how to make love.

Oh, that's too bad.

Miss Jane Dana? Yes.

General's compliments. Will you
come to the band stand now, please?

Private Webb,
you have a job to finish.

I've almost finished it, sir.
Just one more thing to do.

We're looking forward with a great
deal of pleasure for your singing, miss.

Oh, thank you.
Excuse me, just a moment.

♪ I give my thanks to America

♪ I live to thank you America

♪ For the right to play

♪ For the right to pray

♪ For the right to say

♪ What I want to say

♪ I pledge my heart

♪ To America

♪ To do my part for America

♪ I'd give my life

♪ To save it

♪ The flag of the brave

♪ And the true

♪ I'm mighty proud

♪ To wave it

♪ America thanks to you

♪ I give my thanks to America

♪ I live to thank you America

♪ For the right to play
For the right to pray

♪ For the right to say
what I want to say

♪ I pledge my heart to America

♪ To do my part for America

♪ I'd give my life to save it

♪ The flag of the brave
and the true

♪ I'm mighty proud to wave it

♪ America thanks to you

♪ I pledge my heart to America

♪ To do my part for America

♪ I'm mighty proud to wave it

♪ America thanks

♪ To you a'