Lighthouse Love

Would you like some gum?

OK, baby, gumdrops.

Why didn't you say so in the first place?

Me too.

Halt. Dismiss.

Ow! Oooh.

Gee, I'm sorry, Sergeant.

Well, what are you waiting for, you clumsy goof?

Say, Sergeant, can I go into town for a couple hours?

What for?

Well, I want to see my girl.

What dame would have you?

The prettiest little girl in Hangzhou.

Pretty, isn't she?

Could I go?

No.

Look at those dirty shoes.

Look at those .

Straighten up, and take that smile off your face.

Sentry, put this man on kitchen police duty.

Can I have my picture?

No.

Left face.

And you cut out what you're thinking, too.

Forward march.

Two-timing me, hey?

Well, if you're that kind of a dame, you can--

you can--

We want those for dinner.

Aw, it'll take me all night to peel these.

Well, what of it?

You ain't going no place.

Well, I was.

Say, Tom, would you do me a favor?

Sure. What is it?

See, I was going into town to ask my girl to marry me.

Will you go and ask her for me?

What?

Well, you're crazy.

You don't want to get married.

Dames is the bunk.

Ah, sour grapes.

Right.

And I'm getting transferred to the lighthouse service

where I won't never see no dames.

Too bad you can't get along with them like me.

I ain't going to try.

My eyes can't stand it.

Aw, but Nanette is different.

Boy, and is she crazy about me.

Well, wait till you see her.

OK, it's your funeral.

Where does she live?

86 Birds Nest Alley.

Gee thanks, pal.

I'll never forget you for this.

OK.

What's the gab?

Hey, sailor.

Is there a gal by the name of Nanette lives in here?

Oui, monsieur.

OK.

Hey, Santoi.

All the same girly named Nanette livey herey?

Please be seated, sir.

Mademoiselle Nanette will see you presently.

Gee, dame, you gab English pretty near as good as me.

Hm.

Almost finished.

There.

It is all done, and it's beautiful.

Try it.

Ah, my Marguerita.

It is beautiful.

Goodbye.

Riva della, baby.

Oh!

Are you next?

I think so.

Uh, right this way, please.

Oh, you are nervous, no?

No.

Entre, s'il vous plais.

Your name, please?

Tom Smith.

Oh, you are a stranger.

Your first time here, is not it?

Yes.

Your coat?

No, please.

Now, I didn't come here for myself.

I come for a friend of mine.

For a friend?

Yeah, he wants me to ask you to marry him.

Marry him?

Yeah. Who?

Well, my buddy, Jerry Stone.

Jerry Stone?

Sure, of the 51st Marines?

Oh, yes, Jerry Stone.

Oh, a swell guy.

Me, marry him?

Yeah.

Why, that's ridiculous.

Oh, can you imagine that?

Say, I didn't think a swell dame like you

would fall for a funny-looking mug like him.

Aw, say, me and you is going to get along swell, baby.

Yeah, I think I broke it.

If I ever catch you in anybody's arms again,

I'll break you in two.

But you know I love only you, big boy.

That's what I thought.

All the same, a new window.

Very sorry.

Now, Sargey, you have got to stop this jealousy.

That's the 14th window you have breaked this week.

Well, that guy didn't look like he was in here for no tattoo.

Oh, Sargey.

That is enough now.

He won't be able to kiss you when I get through with him.

Who won't be able to kiss who?

Uh, I guess I won't.

For once, you're right.

Oh, Sergeant, please.

Tom, you're right.

Women are the bunk.

Now what?

Well, I don't know what you're going to do.

But I'm still heading for the Yappa Yappa lighthouse