It's Always Fair Weather

Marching in the winter

marching in the fall

marching in the summer

but spring is best of all

'cause then it's march, march, march, April, may, June

June, June, June, July, August, September

sept, sept, September, October, November, December

January, February, march, march, march, April, may, June

June, June, June, July, August, September

sept, sept, September, October, November, December

January, February, march, march, march, April, may, June

June, June, June, July, August, September

sept, sept, September, October, November, December

January, February

marching in the winter

marching in the fall

marching in the summer

but home is the best of all

Well, well, well,

if it isn't the rover boys.

Aren't you guys ever going to grow up?

Is this any way to greet your American heroes?

Come on, Tim, don't spoil our last day together.

Yeah, give us a pleasant smile.

We've been over there cutting the German lines,

protecting your right to cut your scotch.

We've been gone over two years.

Haven't you missed us, Tim?

Sure, I missed you.

I got a little tab here exactly two years old.

Take care of it, banker.

$75.80. Fork up or no liquor.

You're a sentimentalist at heart, Tim.

Listen, this is a bar, not a barbershop.

What do you got there? Hey, Silvio!

You guys act as if you own the joint.

Hey, Silvio! Hey! Hi!

Silvio! Hey!

Hey, Silvio!

What's he going to make?

3 ham sandwiches. Great cook.

Come on, Tim, set 'em up. Put 'em on a tab.

No more tabs. Cash.

You're civilians now. You owe me a buck for this,

and I think you're overtipping.

Tim, what do you mean? We can't-

I just wanted you to know I didn't forget it

and you can't put anything over on me.

Keep the dough. You're going to need it.

Gee, Tim-

Tim, I'd like to leave you with a little remembrance

because we're all busting up and going home.

This is for you.

Take it, save it, frame it, put it up over the bar.

Someday it'll be worth millions.

What is it?

What is it? It's an original Douglas Hallerton.

Security for your old age.

I'm trying to attract patrons, not scare them away.

Tim, this saloon will be famous someday because this painting's here.

Yeah! Like places that say George Washington slept here. Like that.

Yeah, like that.

Coming up!

That's a pretty picture.

Looks like a pizza pie.

Yeah, we call it the picture you eat with a spoon.

Stand back one second, Silvio. Do you mind?

Just a little room.

Ted, got some mail for you.

I hope it's the one. It is!

A dame?

The future Mrs. Riley!

Wife of one of the future lawmakers of the United States.

This no-goodnik?

No-goodnik? Head man in his school.

President of the Pittsburgh

junior debating society. Phi beta kappa.

Student of English literature.

A born leader!

Vote for Riley!

"Dearest Ted,

"I have missed you so terribly and worried about you constantly,

"so far away and in such danger all the time.

"You know there is no one in the world

"nearer and dearer to me than you, Ted, dear.

"I know you'll have a brilliant career when you finish law school,

"but we haven't seen each other in several years, and people grow up and change.

"Ted, I hope it makes no difference in our friendship

"just because I happened to get married last month.

Joe is the most wonderful guy in the world."

Oh, back again.

Come on, Tim, give us a drink.

All right. All right. One more and that's it.

It's closing time. It's 4:00.

Closing time? Where's the clock?

Well, we got to help old Tim close up.

Well, of course.

Come on.

Hey! Watch that!

Sorry.

The war's over. People don't love drunk civilians

like they love tipsy soldiers.

We're civilians now!

Oh, the time has come for parting

and the marching music ends

no matter where our lives may lead us

in our hearts, we'll still be friends

though the time has come for parting

and the future lies unknown

although the years may come between us

we will never feel alone

for friends we are now

and friends we'll stay

until we meet again

one wonderful day

Although the time has come for parting

We'll be friends until we die

Stop, you guys. What are you kidding yourselves for?

A month from now, you won't even remember each other's names.

What?

Sure, you're great buddy-buddies now.

I've seen it before. It's like a girl you meet up in the Catskills.

You never see her again when you get back to the city.

Hey, what are you talking about?

This is different. We've been together 4 years.

The war's over, kids.

In a month from now-

all right, Tim. You give us one month, huh?

I say we're friends for life

and nothing can change it.

5 years, 10 years... Look, Tim, I'll make you a bet.

10 years from today, October 11, 1955, at 12:00 noon.

No matter where we are or what we're doing,

the 3 of us are going to walk right through that door and meet here.

Right, guys?

Right. You're crazy.

You want to bet $1,000?

Please.

All right, then. A buck from each of us against one buck from you.

Enjoy. Enjoy.

Not to be opened till 1955.

In the safe.

I'll make a little memo here for ourselves.

October 11, 1955.

You said it.

Good luck, guys. I'll probably never see you again,

but good luck anyway.

You'll see us.

You got a date October 11, 1955.

12:00 noon.

Start chilling a bottle of champagne right now.

You sure you're going to be all right, Ted?

Sure. Sure.

Well, so long.

Kid Mariacchi.

Go ahead, kid.

Nashby, sports herald. You manage the kid?

Yeah. Hiya, rocky.

What do you say, sport?

Why don't you give him a little squib?

Why don't you have him over at Stillman's about 4:00?

We'll shoot some glamor stuff.

Thanks very much.

You're new in the fight racket, huh?

Yeah. Didn't even know I was going to be in it until about 8 months ago.

I won the kid in a game of chance.

Huh? A crap game.

No credit to me. I figured I couldn't get anything with him

if I tried to hock him, so I tried to do something with him.

You sure did do something with him.

This kid's no punk.

8 knockouts in a row.

Number 9 tonight, huh, kid? Yeah.

Mr. Nashby, sports herald.

You look great, Mariacchi.

Best of luck tonight. Thanks.

How you feeling, kid? I'm OK.

Look, get a couple hours of shuteye

and then meet me over at Stillman's gym at 4:00.

The newspapers want some pictures.

I don't need no pictures.

Any pictures. And you do need pictures.

Give me something for a cab, will you? A fin?

A fin? I got exactly $2.00 and some loose change.

Here, take it all.

Hey, what's this? Confederate money?

Hey, give me that.

October 11, 1955.

Hey, that's today.

Today? That-

oh, Doug and Angie.

What am I talking about?

If I go over there, nobody will show up.

I'm the biggest sucker of all time.

Where do you have to go?

Tim's bar on third Avenue.

It's a long way from here.

You're nuts. It's 10 minutes.

No.

It's 10 years.