The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis (1959–1963): Season 1, Episode 24 - Dobie's Navy Blues - full transcript
♪ DOBIE ♪
♪ DOBIE ♪
♪ DOBIE ♪
♪ WANTS A GAL WHO'S DREAMY ♪
♪ DOBIE ♪
♪ WANTS A GAL WHO'S CREAMY ♪
♪ DOBIE ♪
♪ WANTS A GAL TO CALL HIS OWN ♪
♪ IS SHE BLONDE? IS SHE TALL? ♪
♪ IS SHE DARK? IS SHE SMALL? ♪
♪ IS SHE ANY KIND OF
DREAMBOAT AT ALL? ♪
♪ NO MATTER ♪
♪ HE'S HERS AND HERS ALONE ♪
♪ DOBIE! ♪
- HERE I AM 17 YEARS OLD
AND WHEN I THINK OF
THE YEARS I'VE WASTED.
IF I'D MET MYRNA
LOMAX WHEN I WAS FIVE,
WE WOULD ALREADY HAVE HAD
12 BEAUTIFUL YEARS TOGETHER.
AS IT IS, WE'VE ONLY
HAD ONE EVENING,
TWO MOVIES, AND THREE
MILKSHAKES TOGETHER
BUT THEY WERE WONDERFUL.
AND ALL THESE YEARS
HAVEN'T BEEN A TOTAL LOSS,
BECAUSE WHILE I
WAS WASTING MY TIME
WITH YO-YOS AND ROLLER SKATES,
MYRNA WAS GROWING UP.
MAN, DID SHE GROW UP.
- HI.
- HI.
HOW ABOUT THE
MOVIES AGAIN TONIGHT?
- WELL, I DON'T THINK
DADDY WILL LET ME
GO OUT WITH YOU TONIGHT.
NOT AFTER LAST NIGHT.
- JUST BECAUSE I
WOKE HIM A LITTLE?
- AT MIDNIGHT?
- WELL, I COULDN'T HELP IT,
AND BESIDES, I ONLY MISSED
YOUR PORCH STEPS A LITTLE.
- YEAH. AND FELL
THROUGH THE GLASS COVER
OVER DADDY'S PRIZED NASTURTIUMS.
- HE CAN'T INTERFERE
WITH TWO HUMAN
LIVES THAT ARE IN LOVE,
JUST BECAUSE OF
SOME NASTURTIUMS.
- WELL, LOOK, DADDY'S HAVING
DINNER DOWNTOWN TONIGHT
WITH SOME OLD NAVY CRONIES.
- YEAH.
- AND IF YOU CAME EARLY, WELL,
YOU WOULDN'T RUN
INTO HIM, LIKE ABOUT 6:30.
- 6:30? OH, GOSH. LET'S SEE.
I GOT TO PICK UP SOME
SHIPPING ORDERS FOR MY FATHER,
GET MY BASEBALL UNIFORM
OUT OF THE CLEANERS,
EAT, GET DRESSED. I
CAN'T MAKE IT BEFORE 7:00.
- OKAY.
BUT NO LATER THAN THAT
BECAUSE YOU'LL RUN INTO DADDY.
- OKAY. SAY, I'M DUE
IN BIOLOGY CLASS
IN EXACTLY TWO MINUTES, MY LOVE,
BUT WHILE I'M CUTTING
UP THAT DEAD FROG,
I'LL BE THINKING OF YOU, DEAR.
WHAT AM I HURRYING FOR?
I STILL HAVE ONE
MINUTE AND 45 SECONDS.
- TWO DOZEN CANS
RED KIDNEY BEANS.
- 24 RED KIDNEY BEANS.
I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU'D CARE
TO HELP WITH THIS INVENTORY?
- OH, I'D LIKE TO STAY, DAD,
BUT I'VE GOT IMPORTANT BUSINESS.
- UH-HUH. WHO IS SHE?
- MYRNA. MYRNA LOMAX.
AND IF YOU THINK HER
NAME IS BEAUTIFUL,
YOU SHOULD SEE MYRNA.
- I SHOULD SEE YOU IN AN APRON.
- HERBERT.
- UNTIL TODAY MY
LIFE HAD NO MEANING,
BUT NOW I'M GOING ON
TO A GLORIOUS FUTURE.
- DON'T GO WITHOUT EATING, DEAR.
- OH, I'M NOT HUNGRY, MOM.
MAN DOES NOT LIVE
BY BREAD ALONE.
- I WISH MAN DID,
IT'D MAKE INVENTORY
A LOT EASIER.
- DADDY.
- HELLO, HONEY.
WAIT TILL YOU SEE WHAT I'VE GOT.
THE ADMIRAL DEWEY,
THE FINEST SHIP I
EVER SERVED ON,
AND MYRNA, IF I
DO SAY IT MYSELF,
I WAS THE BEST
CHIEF PETTY OFFICER
THE OLD DEWEY EVER HAD.
WHERE CAN WE PUT THIS?
HELP ME FIND A PLACE, DEAR.
- WELL, I WAS JUST
GOING OUT ON THE PORCH.
- WELL, THAT CAN WAIT.
- WELL, BUT DADDY,
LIKE WHAT HAPPENS
IF MAYBE SOMEBODY COMES BY
AND WANTS ME TO GO TO A MOVIE?
- DOBIE GILLIS?
LOCK THE DOOR AND
GO TO YOUR ROOM,
AND SECURE THAT HATCH, TOO.
- DADDY.
- I TOLD YOU THAT THAT
NASTURTIUM MURDERER
IS NOT TO SET
FOOT IN THIS HOUSE.
- BUT IF I MEET
HIM ON THE PORCH,
HE DOESN'T HAVE TO COME IN.
- ON THE PORCH? I
WOULDN'T FEEL SAFE
WITH THAT CLUMSY OX
IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD.
MY POOR NASTURTIUMS.
- WELL, HE JUST MADE
ONE TINY LITTLE MISSTEP.
- HONEY, HE'S THE KIND
OF CLUMSY LANDLUBBER
WHO'LL BE MAKING
MISSTEPS ALL OF HIS LIFE.
NOW, YOU CALL HIM
AND BREAK THE DATE.
- WELL, I DON'T KNOW
HOW TO REACH HIM.
- WELL, HE HAS A
HOME, HASN'T HE?
WELL, MAYBE NOT.
IF HIS PARENTS HAVE
ANY SENSE AT ALL,
THEY'VE GOTTEN HIM
A ROOM SOME PLACE.
- NOW, DADDY, WATCH YOUR TEMPER.
IT'S JUST HE ISN'T
HOME RIGHT NOW.
WELL, HE HAD SOME ERRANDS
TO DO BEFORE HE CAME HERE.
- I'M NOT GOING TO
HAVE HIM AROUND HERE.
I'LL CALL HIM AND BREAK...
ERRANDS? WHAT KIND
OF ERRANDS? WHERE?
- I DON'T KNOW.
ALL HE SAID WAS HE HAD
TO SIGN SOME PAPERS
AND GET A UNIFORM AND
PICK UP SHIPPING ORDERS.
- MYRNA, IS HE JOINING THE NAVY?
- WHAT?
- UNIFORM AND SHIPPING PAPERS?
IT CERTAINLY SOUNDS LIKE
HE'S JOINING THE NAVY TO ME.
- WOULD THAT MAKE
ANY DIFFERENCE?
- ANY DIFFERENCE?
I'M NOT LOCKING MY
DOOR TO ANY NAVY MAN.
- REALLY?
- OF COURSE NOT.
ANY BOY IN THE UNIFORM
OF THE UNITED STATES NAVY
IS WELCOME ABOARD
THIS SHIP ANYTIME.
- OH, WELL, I DON'T THINK
DOBIE WILL BE WEARING
HIS UNIFORM TONIGHT.
- THE BOY IS JOINING
THE NAVY. FINE LAD.
HE'S GOT HIS SHIPPING...
IF HE'S SIGNED HIS PAPERS,
THIS MUST BE HIS
LAST NIGHT ASHORE.
AND I NEARLY
RUINED THAT FOR HIM.
HONEY, YOU SHOULD HAVE
TOLD ME ABOUT THIS SOONER.
- WELL, I SORT OF THOUGHT
YOU WERE SORE AT DOBIE.
- WHAT FOR?
JUST BECAUSE HE FELL INTO
MY PIDDLING NASTURTIUMS?
HE'S JUST BEING A TYPICAL
SAILOR ASHORE, HIGH SPIRITS.
AND WHEN THE FIGHTING STARTS,
THAT SPIRIT TURNS
TO STEEL COURAGE.
SAY, DID I EVER TELL
YOU ABOUT THE TIME...
[ CRASH ]
- I'LL LET DOBIE IN.
- THERE HE IS.
- DON'T SAY A WORD
ABOUT HIS JOINING THE NAVY.
- OH, I DON'T SEE WHY.
OH, HIS LAST NIGHT ASHORE.
- WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL
ME HE PUT IN A NEW GLASS?
- DOBIE, MY BOY.
- NOW, PLEASE,
SIR, MR. LOMAX, SIR,
I CAN EXPLAIN ABOUT
YOUR NASTURTIUMS.
- OH, FORGET ABOUT THAT.
WELCOME ABOARD, MATEY, COME
IN AND DROP ANCHOR A WHILE.
- OH, I DIDN'T DROP YOUR
ANCHOR SIR, HONEST.
I DIDN'T EVEN TOUCH
IT. I DIDN'T EVEN SEE IT.
IT WAS ME THAT FELL IN
YOUR NASTURTIUM BED,
NOT YOUR ANCHOR.
- I LOVE A SEAGOING
SENSE OF HUMOR.
SAY, HOW ARE YOU
FEELING HERE, TOUGH?
- YEAH. OOF!
- HONEY, IT'S SOMETHING
FOR THE BOY TO BE PROUD OF.
HOW IS YOUR GEAR,
SON, IS IT IN ORDER?
- YES, SIR. IT'S FINE IN THIRD,
EXCEPT IT SLIPS
A LITTLE ON HILLS.
- OH, THAT SENSE OF HUMOR.
I MEANT YOUR UNIFORM, BOY.
HOW IS IT?
- OH, IT'S NICE AND CLEAN.
I JUST PICKED IT UP.
- DADDY, LOOK, WE'VE JUST
GOT TO GO TO THE MOVIES.
- OKAY. OKAY.
NOW, JUST A MINUTE.
I'VE GOT SOME THINGS IN HERE
DOBIE WILL BE INTERESTED
IN. I'LL BE RIGHT BACK.
- QUICK, LET'S GET OUT OF HERE.
- WHEN YOUR FATHER'S
BEING SO NICE TO ME?
LISTEN, NOW THAT I MADE
A GOOD IMPRESSION ON HIM,
I OUGHT TO STAY HERE AND
BUILD IT UP FOR OUR FUTURE.
- DOBIE, THE REASON YOU
MADE A GOOD IMPRESSION ON HIM
IS BECAUSE HE THINKS
YOU'RE JOINING THE NAVY.
- IT DOESN'T MAKE
ANY... JOINING THE NAVY?
- YES. LET'S GO.
- WHERE DID HE GET
AN IDEA LIKE THAT?
- IT WAS THE ONLY WAY I COULD
GO OUT WITH YOU TONIGHT.
- THAT'S OKAY FOR TONIGHT,
BUT WHAT'LL HE DO TOMORROW
NIGHT WHEN I'M STILL HERE IN PORT?
- DON'T WORRY, I'LL
THINK OF SOMETHING.
- REALLY?
MYRNA, I WISH I
COULD SEE YOUR BRAIN.
I BET IT'S BEAUTIFUL TOO.
- AHOY, MATEY!
YES, SIR, DOBIE, MY BOY.
YOU'LL BE
INTERESTED IN ALL THIS,
BUT YOU'RE IN A HURRY.
THERE ARE THE
OLD SIGNAL FLAGS...
- YES. YES.
- THE PRESERVERS,
BUT THIS WHAT I WANT
YOU TO HAVE, MY BOY.
- OH, THANK YOU, SIR, BUT I...
- MY GOING-AWAY GIFT TO YOU.
- OH, YES.
- IN THERE, MY BOY,
IS A PERFECT MODEL OF THE
OLD FOUR-MASTED WINDJAMMER.
- JUST WHAT I ALWAYS WANTED.
- DADDY, YOU REALLY
SHOULDN'T HAVE.
- NO. NO.
- YES. YES. WELL, SHE'S RIGHT.
I'M BEING SELFISH, BUT, HONEY,
IT'S JUST BECAUSE I'M SO
ALL-FIRED PROUD OF DOBIE HERE.
- YES.
- WELL, YOU TWO RUN ALONG NOW,
AND ENJOY YOURSELVES
AT THE MOVIES.
- YES, SIR, THE MOVIE.
- ANCHORS AWEIGH.
- 16 MEN ON A DEAD MAN'S CHEST.
- YO-HO.
- YO-HO.
- WHAT A SENSE OF HUMOR.
- [ PHONE RINGING]
- HELLO?
- MR. LOMAX, THIS IS BETTY LOU.
MAY I SPEAK TO MYRNA, PLEASE?
- OH, NOT TONIGHT, BETTY LOU,
SHE'S JUST LEFT
WITH DOBIE GILLIS.
NO. NO. I DON'T EXPECT
HER BACK REAL SOON.
IT'S DOBIE'S LAST NIGHT AT HOME.
YES. YES. THAT FINE BOY IS
JOINING THE NAVY TOMORROW.
- DOBIE'S JOINING THE NAVY?
- QUIET, MAYNARD, IT'S
A DEEP, DARK SECRET.
- OH, SURE.
HEY, MY BUDDY, MY GOOD BUDDY,
MY GOOD BUDDY
DOBIE GILLIS IS, LIKE
JOINING THE NAVY.
LIKE, CONGRATULATIONS,
GOOD BUDDY.
- FOR WHAT?
- HOW COME YOU NEVER TOLD ME?
- TOLD YOU WHAT?
- MILITARY SECRET,
HUH, SHIPMATE?
- SHIPMATE?
- YEAH.
I WON'T TELL ANYBODY
YOU'RE JOINING THE NAVY.
- JOINING THE NAVY?
- NOT A SOUL,
EXCEPT OF COURSE THE
CATS I'M INVITING TO THE BLAST.
- THE BLAST?
- YOU DON'T THINK I'D
LET THE BIGGEST HERO
IN THE WHOLE HISTORY
OF CENTRAL HIGH SCHOOL
GO AWAY WITHOUT
THROWING HIM A WINGDING?
- I THINK I NEED SOME AIR.
- ALL RIGHT, YOU GUYS,
LET'S GIVE HIM THREE CHEERS!
- [ CHEERING ]
- HIP-HIP!
- HOORAY!
- HIP-HIP!
- HOORAY!
- HIP-HIP!
- HOORAY!
- SPEECH! SPEECH!
- WELL, I...
- I... SEE, WELL,
FELLOW AMERICANS,
IT IS A GREAT HONOR AND
A RARE PRIVILEGE TO BE...
- DOBIE, COME ON.
- PLEASE, THEY WANT
ME TO MAKE A SPEECH.
- COME ON, DOBE.
- HE'S JUST TOO
CHOKED UP TO SPEAK.
MY HERO.
- WELL, IT'S NOTHING
TO LAUGH ABOUT.
ALL THE KIDS THINK
I'M JOINING THE NAVY.
- DADDY PROBABLY TOLD SOMEONE.
IN FACT, DADDY
PROBABLY TOLD EVERYONE.
- WELL, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?
- JUST TELL HIM YOU ARE
NOT JOINING THE NAVY.
SAY IT'S A FALSE RUMOR.
- OH, THAT'S ALL
RIGHT FOR THE KIDS,
BUT WHAT ABOUT YOUR FATHER?
- THAT'S EASY.
WE'LL TELL HIM YOU DIDN'T
PASS YOUR NAVY PHYSICAL.
- YEAH. YEAH.
- YOU DON'T SOUND VERY HAPPY.
- SURE I'M HAPPY.
- NO, YOU'RE NOT. YOU KNOW,
I THINK YOU LIKE BEING A HERO.
- NOW THAT'S RIDICULOUS.
COME ON, LET'S GO RIGHT BACK
TO WONG'S AND I'LL SHOW YOU.
I'LL JUST TELL THEM ALL RIGHT
OUT THAT'S IT'S ALL A MISTAKE
AND I'M NOT GOING INTO THE NAVY.
AND SO I'M SORRY
TO HAVE TO TELL YOU
THIS SAD GOODBYE NOW
ON THE EVE OF MY
DEPARTURE FOR THE NAVY.
FOR IT'S BEEN MY LIFELONG
DREAM TO BECOME A SAILOR
IN UNCLE SAM'S GLORIOUS,
SEAFARING, OCEAN GOING,
NAUTICAL FIGHTING FORCE.
AND WHEN I'M OUT THERE ON
THE HIGH SEAS WITH THE WIND
AND THE SALT AND
SPRAY IN MY FACE
WITH THE SHOT
AND SHELL FLYING...
- YAY, DOBIE, YAY...
- I'LL BE PROUD THAT I
VOLUNTEERED TO DEFEND
THESE FAIR SHORES
AGAINST ANY AND ALL ENEMIES,
NO MATTER WHAT THE COST TO ME
AND TO MY LIFE. I THANK YOU.
- YAY, DOBIE! YAY, NAVY!
- ALL RIGHT, LADIES,
RESTRAIN YOURSELVES.
- I'LL GET MY HOME
ECONOMICS CLASS
TO BAKE YOU A CAKE, DOBIE.
- REALLY?
- I JUST WANT TO GET
THE LENGTH OF YOUR ARM.
I'M GOING TO KNIT YOU A
SWEATER TO KEEP YOU WARM
WHEN YOU'RE OUT THERE FIGHTING.
- YEAH.
I BETTER HURRY.
I MAY BE FIGHTING
SOONER THAN I THOUGHT.
- OH, YOU'RE SUCH A GLORY HOUND.
- MYRNA, I'M NOT.
IT'S JUST, WELL,
WITH ALL THOSE
KIDS LOOKING AT ME,
I DIDN'T HAVE THE HEART
TO DISAPPOINT THEM.
- MYRNA?
- YES, DADDY.
- ANYWAY, I'M GOING TO TELL
HIM I FLUNKED MY PHYSICAL,
AND IT'LL WORK AS WELL WITH
THEM AS IT WILL WITH YOUR FATHER.
- IT'S NOT GOING TO
WORK WITH MY FATHER
IF YOU KEEP POPPING
OFF LIKE YOU DID.
- OKAY, OKAY.
- NOW, LOOK, DOBIE,
JUST LET ME HANDLE IT, HUH?
- OKAY. OKAY. IT'S
ALL IN YOUR HANDS.
- MATEY.
- TIPPECANOE AND TYLER TOO.
- WELCOME ABOARD, BOY.
OH, SAY, HAVE I GOT
A SURPRISE FOR YOU.
- DADDY, I'VE GOT TO
TELL YOU SOMETHING.
DADDY?
[ "ANCHORS AWEIGH" PLAYING ]
- "ANCHORS AWEIGH."
IT GETS YOU RIGHT HERE.
- DADDY, WE'VE GOT BAD NEWS.
DOBIE DIDN'T PASS HIS PHYSICAL.
- NO.
- WHAT?
- DOBIE FLUNKED HIS PHYSICAL!
- YES, SIR. THAT'S RIGHT, SIR.
- WELL, WHAT'S
WRONG WITH YOU, BOY?
- YOU TELL HIM. I CAN'T.
- HE HAS A TRICK KNEE.
- YES, SIR.
I HURT IT PLAYING
FOOTBALL FOR THE SCHOOL.
- THIS IS TERRIBLE. TERRIBLE.
- YES, SIR. YES, SIR.
BUT I TRY TO BEAR UP
UNDER THE PAIN, SIR,
AS BEST I CAN.
- I MEAN, IT'S TERRIBLE YOU'RE
NOT GETTING INTO THE NAVY.
- OH, THAT. THAT.
WELL, IT WAS MY MY
DEAREST HEART'S DESIRE, SIR.
- I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL, SON.
- YES.
- AND I WANT YOU TO KNOW
THAT I'M PROUD TO KNOW A BOY
WHO FEELS LIKE YOU
DO ABOUT THE NAVY.
- OH, I DO, SIR. I DO.
THE BRINEY DEEP...
- OH, DADDY, DOBIE
HAS TO GO HOME NOW
TO, WELL, TO TELL HIS
PARENTS THE SAD NEWS.
- YES, SIR.
- COME ON, DOBIE.
- YOU GO ON, BOY,
BUT HURRY BACK.
I WANT YOU TO KNOW YOU'RE
WELCOME IN THIS HOUSE ANYTIME.
ANY BOY WHO FEELS
ABOUT THE NAVY AS YOU DO.
- SIR?
SIR, IT'S BEEN MY LIFELONG
DREAM TO BECOME A SAILOR
IN UNCLE SAM'S GLORIOUS NAVY.
- DOBIE.
- AND TO BE OUT THERE
WITH THE WIND AND THE SALT
AND THE SPRAY IN MY FACE
WITH THE SHOT AND SHELL FLYING,
DEFENDING THESE FAIR SHORES
AGAINST ANY AND ALL ENEMIES,
NO MATTER WHAT THE
COST TO ME AND TO MY LIFE.
- ♪ STAND, NAVY, OUT TO
SEA, FIGHT OUR BATTLE CRY ♪
- ♪ WE'LL NEVER
CHANGE OUR COURSE ♪
♪ SO VICIOUS FOE STEER SHY ♪
♪ ROLL OUT THE TNT ♪
♪ ANCHORS AWEIGH ♪
♪ SAIL ON TO VICTORY ♪
♪ AND SINK THEIR BONES
TO DAVY JONES, HOORAY! ♪
- HOORAY!
- THIS FINE BOY,
AND HE'S NOT GOING?
- NO!
- WHY, IN THE WORDS
OF JOHN PAUL JONES...
- I'M NOT GOING...
- I HAVEN'T BEGUN TO FIGHT.
- AND I'M NOT GOING TO.
- WE'RE GOING TO GET YOU
PAST THAT PHYSICAL EXAMINATION.
- WE'RE GOING TO GET ME
PAST... YOU'RE RIGHT, MYRNA,
I GOTTA GO.
- MATEY...
- WHAT?
- LISTEN TO WHAT I JUST...
- SIR, SIR...
- WHEN I WAS TRAINER FOR THE
FOOTBALL SQUAD IN ANNAPOLIS,
WE HAD A GREAT SCAT
BACK, HE HAD A TRICK KNEE
AND IT NEVER BOTHERED HIM.
- YES, BUT...
- TODAY THAT MAN IS ASSISTANT
CHIEF OF NAVAL OPERATIONS.
- OH?
- AND WHEN I PHONE HIM...
AND I TELL HIM HOW
MUCH YOU LOVE THE NAVY...
AND HOW YOU WERE JUST
JUMPING AROUND HERE
ON THAT KNEE...
- WELL, THAT DOESN'T
MEAN A THING.
- OH, NO, PLEASE.
NO. NOT A THING, SIR.
- YOU SEE, HIS KNEE
IS PSYCHOSOMATIC.
- YEAH. YEAH.
- LONG DISTANCE?
- GET ME THE NAVY
DEPARTMENT AT WASHINGTON DC.
HIS KNEE IS WHAT?
- YEAH. HYDROMATIC.
- HYDROMATIC?
- YES. WATER ON THE KNEE.
- HELLO. NAVY DEPARTMENT?
PUT ME THROUGH TO
THE ASSISTANT CHIEF
OF NAVAL OPERATIONS.
WATER ON THE KNEE?
- WATER ON THE BRAIN.
- CHIEF PETTY OFFICER
JOHN LOMAX, RETIRED.
NOW HEAR THIS, IN
LESS THAN ONE MINUTE
THAT PHONE WILL RING, AND
IT'LL BE THE ASSISTANT CHIEF
OF NAVAL OPERATIONS
TO TALK TO YOU.
- NOW, WAIT A
MINUTE. WHAT IS THIS?
- I SAID THE ASSISTANT CHIEF
OF NAVAL OPERATIONS
TO TALK TO YOU.
- ME? THE ASSISTANT CHIEF?
- TO ASK YOU WHY THIS
FINE UPSTANDING SPECIMEN,
DOBIE GILLIS, WAS TURNED
DOWN ON HIS PHYSICAL YESTERDAY.
- GILLIS?
- YES.
- GILLIS? THE ASSISTANT CHIEF?
- LIEUTENANT SMEDLEY.
THE ASSISTANT CHIEF
OF NAVAL OPERATIONS?
YES, SIR. GILLIS?
WELL, I DON'T HAVE HIS
RECORDS RIGHT HERE, SIR.
NO, SIR. I'M SURE
THERE'S NO FOUL-UP, SIR.
YES, SIR.
WE'LL RUSH THE BOY RIGHT
THROUGH, SIR. YES, SIR.
WE'LL GIVE HIM EVERY
BREAK HE WAS MISSING.
YES, SIR.
THE ASSISTANT CHIEF FOR YOU.
- OH, HI, SKINNY.
WELL, I WANT TO THANK YOU.
IT WAS FINE TO TALK
TO YOU TOO, SKINNY.
SAY, HOW'S THE KNEE? GOOD. FINE.
YEAH. WELL, I'LL TALK
TO YOU LATER. BYE.
NOW, IF YOUNG GILLIS HERE
PASSES THAT EXAMINATION,
I'LL TRY TO SEE THAT THE
CHIEF ISN'T TOO TOUGH
ABOUT THAT FOUL-UP
IN YOUR RECORDS.
- THANK YOU. AND
DON'T YOU WORRY.
HE'S AS GOOD AS IN THE NAVY.
- FINE. WELL, MY BOY,
I'LL BE CASTING OFF.
I'VE DONE ALL I
CAN FOR YOU HERE.
- YES, SIR. YOU SURE HAVE.
- FRIENDS LIKE THAT
ARE HARD TO FIND.
- NOT FOR ME.
OH, HI, MAYNARD.
- HI, DOBE.
LIKE, HI, LIKE, SIR.
- MAYNARD, WHAT'S THAT?
- DOBIE GILLIS, SAILOR, FRIEND,
AND GOOD BUDDY, I'D
LIKE TO PRESENT YOU
THIS GOING-AWAY PRESENT WHICH
I FOUND WHILE, LIKE, PROWLING
AROUND IN THE SURPLUS STORE.
KIND OF AN OLD SURPLUS STORE.
- NAME?
- MAYNARD KREBS.
- KREBS, MAYNARD.
- LIKE, NO, SIR.
LIKE MAYNARD KREBS.
- YOU?
- YES, SIR. AND I DON'T MIND
GOING IN THE NAVY, BUT
CAN I GO HOME FIRST?
- NOW, LISTEN.
- BECAUSE IF I'M
GOING IN THE NAVY,
I WANT TO JUST, LIKE,
CHANGE MY OLD CLOTHES.
- MAYNARD, IT'S
MY NAME HE WANTS.
DOBIE GILLIS, SIR.
- GILLIS, DOBIE.
AGE?
- 17.
- 17?
- YES, SIR.
- THE NAVY DOESN'T ACCEPT
17 YEAR-OLD ENLISTEES.
- IT DOESN'T?
- NO.
- OH, THAT'S WONDERFUL.
I MEAN, DOGGONE. I
MEAN, IT'S WONDERFUL
THAT OUR NAVY
DOESN'T ENROLL KIDS,
WHICH I AM, 17, SINCE
MY LAST BIRTHDAY,
AND I WON'T BE 18
UNTIL MY NEXT BIRTHDAY.
SO I'LL SEE YOU THEN. AHOY.
- COME BACK HERE.
ALL YOU HAVE TO DO
IS GET YOUR FATHER
TO SIGN THIS CONSENT PAPER.
- CONSENT PAPER?
- GIVING HIS PERMISSION.
YOU WANT ME TO CALL HIM?
- NO. NO. NO. I'LL
TAKE THAT TO HIM.
- HE'LL SIGN, WON'T HE?
- MY FATHER?
WILD HORSES COULDN'T STOP HIM.
- ALL RIGHT. THEN YOU
BRING IT RIGHT BACK HERE.
I'LL BE HERE TOO IF
THE MEDICS GIVE ME
COMBAT CLEARANCE
FOR ANOTHER INTERVIEW.
- COME ON, DOBE, LET'S
GET YOUR OLD MAN TO SIGN.
MAN, LIKE YOU'RE PRACTICALLY IN.
WHAT'S THE MATTER?
- THE MATTER IS I DON'T WANT
TO BE, LIKE, PRACTICALLY IN.
IT WAS JUST A WAY OF GETTING
ME IN WITH MYRNA'S FATHER.
I HAD TO KEEP SHOOTING
OFF MY BIG MOUTH.
- WE SHOULD NEVER
START THESE INVENTORIES.
WE NEVER FINISH THEM.
- 18 BOXES OF SALT.
- 18 SALT.
ALL WE DO IS USE UP PENCILS.
- 16 POUNDS OF RIPE OLIVES.
- 16 RIPE OLIVES.
OH, HOW DO YOU DO?
CAN I HELP YOU, SIR?
- I'M JOHN LOMAX,
CHIEF PETTY OFFICER, RETIRED.
- I'M HERBERT T. GILLIS,
GROCER, WORKING,
AND THIS IS MY WIFE,
MRS. HERBERT T. GILLIS.
- MRS. GILLIS?
- I THOUGHT PERHAPS YOU
MIGHT HAVE HEARD OF ME.
YOUR SON DOBIE IS HAVING
DATES WITH MY DAUGHTER.
- UH-OH.
- WHAT?
- NOW, IF THERE'S
BEEN ANY TROUBLE...
- TROUBLE? I SHOULD SAY
NOT. DOBIE'S A FINE BOY.
- YOU DON'T KNOW HIM LONG, HUH?
- OH, MY HUSBAND IS
ALWAYS TEASING ABOUT DOBIE.
WE'RE BOTH VERY PROUD OF HIM.
- AND THAT YOU SHOULD BE.
THAT BOY'S GOING
TO MAKE A FINE SAILOR.
- YES, DOBIE'S... SAILOR?
- SAILOR?
- OH, HE'S GOT THIS SPIRIT...
HE HASN'T TOLD
YOU HE'S ENLISTING?
- OH, YOU MUST
HAVE THE WRONG BOY.
OUR KID'S TOO LAZY TO GIVE UP
A CUSHY SETUP
LIKE HE'S GOT HERE.
- NO. NO. NO. I'M TALKING
ABOUT YOUR SON, DOBIE GILLIS.
I'VE JUST LEFT HIM AT
THE ENLISTMENT OFFICE,
AND THE BOY'S NOT LAZY.
HE'S JUST THE TYPE OF MATERIAL
OUR FIGHTING NAVY NEEDS.
- YOU SURE YOU'VE
GOT THE RIGHT BOY?
SORT OF A SEMI-TALL, BLOND KID,
MEDIUM BUILD, NOT TOO BRIGHT?
- HERBERT.
- MR. GILLIS, DON'T
UNDERESTIMATE THAT BOY.
I TELL YOU, HE'S GOING
TO MAKE A FINE SAILOR.
- [ CRYING]
- NOW, HERE, MRS. GILLIS,
I DIDN'T MEAN TO
TORPEDO YOU LIKE THIS.
NATURALLY, I ASSUMED
DOBIE HAD TOLD YOU.
WELL, HERE, I JUST DROPPED
BY TO LEAVE THIS FOR THE BOY.
MRS. GILLIS, PLEASE.
I UNDERSTAND HOW
YOU FEEL RIGHT NOW,
BUT DON'T YOU WORRY.
YOU'RE GOING TO BE VERY HAPPY.
YOU'LL BE GETTING
MAIL FROM THAT BOY
FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD.
OKINAWA, NOME, ALASKA.
- MY BABY.
- TIM... - [ CRYING ] MY BABY.
I'LL BE CASTING OFF.
I'M SORRY TO HAVE BEEN
THE BEARER OF BAD NEWS.
IT'S GOOD NEWS.
- NOW, NOW, LOOK AT IT THIS WAY.
DOBIE'S GOING TO BE
SELF-SUPPORTING FOR THREE YEARS.
- OH, HERBERT.
- YOU KNOW, WE'RE NOT
REALLY LOSING A SON,
WE'RE GAINING A BEDROOM.
- YOU'RE JUST BEING BRAVE.
YOU KNOW YOU
DON'T FEEL THAT WAY.
- NO. NO, I DON'T.
- WHY WOULD DOBIE
WANT TO LEAVE US?
- WELL, WHY WOULDN'T HE,
WITH A FATHER WHO'S
ALWAYS YELLING AT HIM,
WON'T GIVE HIM ENOUGH ALLOWANCE.
IT'S ALL MY FAULT, WINNIE.
IT'S ALL MY FAULT.
- NO, HERBERT.
IT'S NOT YOUR
FAULT, IT'S MY FAULT.
- NOW, DON'T SAY THAT.
YOU'RE A WONDERFUL MOTHER.
- THAT'S JUST IT. I
COULDN'T REALIZE
THAT HE'S NOT A BABY ANY LONGER,
ALWAYS ASKING HIM IF
SOMETHING'S TOO HOT
OR TOO COLD OR TOO
LUKEWARM. IT'S MY FAULT.
I'VE BEEN MOTHERING
HIM TOO MUCH.
- YES. AND I DIDN'T
FATHER HIM ENOUGH.
OH, HERE HE COMES
NOW, SO STRAIGHTEN UP.
HE'S ALREADY ENLISTED,
YOU KNOW.
- YES.
- HE'S IN THE NAVY NOW, DEAR,
AND HE'S NOT A BABY ANYMORE,
SO STOP CRYING, CHIN UP,
AND JUST LET ME HANDLE IT, HUH?
- HI, MOM, DAD.
MOM, DAD, MAY I PRESENT
MISS MYRNA LOMAX,
MY MOTHER AND MY FATHER.
- HOW DO YOU DO?
WE WERE JUST SORT OF
TAKING INVENTORY HERE,
BUT OF COURSE THAT CAN WAIT
WHILE WE HAVE A NICE
LITTLE... OH, MY BOY.
- DOBIE, OH, MY
LITTLE BABY. MY BABY.
- NO. NO.
- MOM, DAD.
- YOU'RE NOT GOING IN ANY NAVY.
OH, WE KNOW ALL ABOUT IT,
MR. LOMAX WAS HERE.
BUT I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY,
YOU ARE NOT JOINING THE NAVY.
I'LL GET YOU OUT OF THIS,
IF I HAVE TO CALL THE PRESIDENT
OF THE UNITED STATES PERSONALLY.
- THE PRESIDENT?
- YEAH.
HE'S A VETERAN TOO.
- OH, THANK YOU.
- WHAT'S THIS? YOUR
ENLISTMENT PAPER?
I'LL WANT THAT WHEN
I GET ON THE PHONE.
- NO. NO. DAD, I'M NOT IN
THE NAVY. I'M TOO YOUNG.
THAT'S JUST A PAPER
YOU WERE SUPPOSED
TO SIGN GIVING YOUR CONSENT.
- I WILL NOT.
- MY GOOD BUDDY'S, LIKE, SAFE.
- YEAH.
- DARLING, I'M SURE THAT SOMEDAY
YOU'LL REALIZE THAT WE'RE RIGHT.
GOODNESS, WHATEVER
GAVE YOU SUCH AN IDEA,
JOINING THE NAVY AT YOUR AGE?
- OH, I DON'T KNOW, MOM.
- AREN'T YOU HAPPY HERE?
- OH, SURE. GOSH, YES, MOM.
- I MEAN, HAVE WE
DONE ANYTHING, DEAR?
- OH, GOSH, NO. NO.
IT'S WONDERFUL HERE, AND
YOU'RE BOTH WONDERFUL.
- BECAUSE IF ANYTHING'S
MAKING YOU UNHAPPY,
WHY, WE COULD RAISE
YOUR ALLOWANCE...
- WINNIE, THE BOY
SAID HE'S HAPPY.
- I DIDN'T KNOW YOU
WANTED TO LEAVE US.
- I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE, MOM.
THAT IS, I JUST
WANTED TO DO MY BIT,
YOU KNOW, FOR MY COUNTRY.
- UH-OH.
- OH, THAT'S A WONDERFUL
ATTITUDE, DEAR.
- I JUST MEAN THAT, WELL,
I SAW MY DUTY, THAT'S ALL.
I JUST WANTED TO
SERVE MY COUNTRY,
EVEN IF I AM PRETTY YOUNG.
- DOBIE, YOU PROMISED
YOU'D WALK ME HOME.
NOW, COME ON, LET'S GO, HUH?
- BUT I'D NEVER HAVE
FORGOTTEN YOU, MOM,
OR YOU, DAD.
- EVEN WHEN I WAS OUT THERE
ON THE HIGH SEAS WITH THE WIND
AND THE SALT AND
SPRAY IN MY FACE,
WITH THE SHOT AHD SHELL FLYING.
I'D HAVE TAKEN OUT A MINUTE,
REGARDLESS OF THE DANGER
TO MYSELF, TO BE COMFORTED
BY THE FACT THAT YOU WERE ALL
SAFE FROM THE SHOT AND SHELL.
- YEAH, DOBIE!
YEAH, NAVY!
- MAYNARD. MAYNARD.
- ♪ STAND, NAVY, OUT TO SEA ♪
♪ FIGHT OUR BATTLE CRY ♪
- ♪ WE'LL NEVER
CHANGE OUR COURSE ♪
♪ SO VICIOUS FOE STEER SHY ♪
♪ ROLL OUT THE TNT,
ANCHORS AWEIGH ♪
♪ SAIL ON TO VICTORY ♪
♪ AND SINK THEIR BONES
TO DAVY JONES, HOORAY! ♪
- [ CHEERING]
- SIGN IT! SIGN IT!
SIGN THE CONSENT FORM!
- NO, YOU CAN'T! MAYNARD!
- OH, YOU'RE RIGHT, HONEY.
YOU'RE RIGHT. HERE, DOBIE,
GO!
- DAD. MAYNARD.
- DON'T THINK OF US.
YOUR COUNTRY NEEDS YOU!
GOODBYE, MY SAILOR.
- GOODBYE, MY SAILOR.
- WAIT.
- GO!
OUR BOY.
OUR BABY BOY.
- WHAT'S THAT?
- MY INVENTORY SHEET.
- WHAT?
- WINNIE, I SIGNED MY
OWN INVENTORY SHEET.
HEY, THERE'S THE
CONSENT PAPER HERE.
DOBIE, YOU'RE SAFE! YOU'RE SAFE!
- THANKS.
- HONEY, WE'RE SORRY
ABOUT SIGNING THAT.
WE GOT CARRIED AWAY, DOBIE.
WE COULDN'T LET YOU
GO, NOT FOR THREE YEARS.
- YES, SIREE.
FOR THE NEXT THREE YEARS,
YOU'RE GOING TO BE
RIGHT HERE WITH US
FOR THREE WHOLE YEARS.
THREE YEARS.
- YOU MEAN, YOU REFUSE TO SIGN
THE CONSENT PAPER FOR ME.
- YES, HE JUST TORE IT UP.
- WELL, NO. NO. NOT EXACTLY.
WHAT YOU JUST TORE UP
WAS YOUR INVENTORY SHEET.
- IF THAT IS MY INVENTORY SHEET,
THEN THIS MUST BE THE CONSENT.
- CONSENT, YEAH.
- HMM.
I GOTTA KILL THAT
BOY. I JUST GOTTA.
- I'M SORRY ABOUT
TONIGHT, MYRNA,
BUT YOUR ATTITUDE'S WONDERFUL,
AND IN ABOUT A WEEK WHEN
THIS INVENTORY'S DONE...
GOSH, THAT'S WONDERFUL
OF YOUR FATHER, MYRNA.
AND TELL HIM THAT THE
NAVY'S WONDERFUL TOO
AND THAT I CAN HARDLY
WAIT UNTIL I'M 18 AND CAN JOIN
AND CAN BE OUT
THERE ON THE HIGH SEAS
WITH THE WIND AND THE SALT
AND THE SPRAY IN MY
FACE, WITH THE SHOT...
MYRNA? MYRNA?
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE...
- YOU IN THE SOUP, BOY?
- YES, SIR. AS USUAL.
SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, TEN.
♪ DOBIE ♪
♪ WANTS A GAL WHO'S DREAMY ♪
♪ DOBIE ♪
♪ WANTS A GAL WHO'S CREAMY ♪
♪ DOBIE ♪
♪ WANTS A GAL TO CALL HIS OWN ♪
♪ IS SHE BLONDE? IS SHE TALL? ♪
♪ IS SHE DARK? IS SHE SMALL? ♪
♪ IS SHE ANY KIND OF
DREAMBOAT AT ALL? ♪
♪ NO MATTER ♪
♪ HE'S HERS AND HERS ALONE ♪
♪ 'CAUSE DOBIE HAS TO
HAVE A GIRL TO CALL HIS OWN ♪
♪ DOBIE ♪
♪ DOBIE ♪
♪ DOBIE ♪
♪ WANTS A GAL WHO'S DREAMY ♪
♪ DOBIE ♪
♪ WANTS A GAL WHO'S CREAMY ♪
♪ DOBIE ♪
♪ WANTS A GAL TO CALL HIS OWN ♪
♪ IS SHE BLONDE? IS SHE TALL? ♪
♪ IS SHE DARK? IS SHE SMALL? ♪
♪ IS SHE ANY KIND OF
DREAMBOAT AT ALL? ♪
♪ NO MATTER ♪
♪ HE'S HERS AND HERS ALONE ♪
♪ DOBIE! ♪
- HERE I AM 17 YEARS OLD
AND WHEN I THINK OF
THE YEARS I'VE WASTED.
IF I'D MET MYRNA
LOMAX WHEN I WAS FIVE,
WE WOULD ALREADY HAVE HAD
12 BEAUTIFUL YEARS TOGETHER.
AS IT IS, WE'VE ONLY
HAD ONE EVENING,
TWO MOVIES, AND THREE
MILKSHAKES TOGETHER
BUT THEY WERE WONDERFUL.
AND ALL THESE YEARS
HAVEN'T BEEN A TOTAL LOSS,
BECAUSE WHILE I
WAS WASTING MY TIME
WITH YO-YOS AND ROLLER SKATES,
MYRNA WAS GROWING UP.
MAN, DID SHE GROW UP.
- HI.
- HI.
HOW ABOUT THE
MOVIES AGAIN TONIGHT?
- WELL, I DON'T THINK
DADDY WILL LET ME
GO OUT WITH YOU TONIGHT.
NOT AFTER LAST NIGHT.
- JUST BECAUSE I
WOKE HIM A LITTLE?
- AT MIDNIGHT?
- WELL, I COULDN'T HELP IT,
AND BESIDES, I ONLY MISSED
YOUR PORCH STEPS A LITTLE.
- YEAH. AND FELL
THROUGH THE GLASS COVER
OVER DADDY'S PRIZED NASTURTIUMS.
- HE CAN'T INTERFERE
WITH TWO HUMAN
LIVES THAT ARE IN LOVE,
JUST BECAUSE OF
SOME NASTURTIUMS.
- WELL, LOOK, DADDY'S HAVING
DINNER DOWNTOWN TONIGHT
WITH SOME OLD NAVY CRONIES.
- YEAH.
- AND IF YOU CAME EARLY, WELL,
YOU WOULDN'T RUN
INTO HIM, LIKE ABOUT 6:30.
- 6:30? OH, GOSH. LET'S SEE.
I GOT TO PICK UP SOME
SHIPPING ORDERS FOR MY FATHER,
GET MY BASEBALL UNIFORM
OUT OF THE CLEANERS,
EAT, GET DRESSED. I
CAN'T MAKE IT BEFORE 7:00.
- OKAY.
BUT NO LATER THAN THAT
BECAUSE YOU'LL RUN INTO DADDY.
- OKAY. SAY, I'M DUE
IN BIOLOGY CLASS
IN EXACTLY TWO MINUTES, MY LOVE,
BUT WHILE I'M CUTTING
UP THAT DEAD FROG,
I'LL BE THINKING OF YOU, DEAR.
WHAT AM I HURRYING FOR?
I STILL HAVE ONE
MINUTE AND 45 SECONDS.
- TWO DOZEN CANS
RED KIDNEY BEANS.
- 24 RED KIDNEY BEANS.
I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU'D CARE
TO HELP WITH THIS INVENTORY?
- OH, I'D LIKE TO STAY, DAD,
BUT I'VE GOT IMPORTANT BUSINESS.
- UH-HUH. WHO IS SHE?
- MYRNA. MYRNA LOMAX.
AND IF YOU THINK HER
NAME IS BEAUTIFUL,
YOU SHOULD SEE MYRNA.
- I SHOULD SEE YOU IN AN APRON.
- HERBERT.
- UNTIL TODAY MY
LIFE HAD NO MEANING,
BUT NOW I'M GOING ON
TO A GLORIOUS FUTURE.
- DON'T GO WITHOUT EATING, DEAR.
- OH, I'M NOT HUNGRY, MOM.
MAN DOES NOT LIVE
BY BREAD ALONE.
- I WISH MAN DID,
IT'D MAKE INVENTORY
A LOT EASIER.
- DADDY.
- HELLO, HONEY.
WAIT TILL YOU SEE WHAT I'VE GOT.
THE ADMIRAL DEWEY,
THE FINEST SHIP I
EVER SERVED ON,
AND MYRNA, IF I
DO SAY IT MYSELF,
I WAS THE BEST
CHIEF PETTY OFFICER
THE OLD DEWEY EVER HAD.
WHERE CAN WE PUT THIS?
HELP ME FIND A PLACE, DEAR.
- WELL, I WAS JUST
GOING OUT ON THE PORCH.
- WELL, THAT CAN WAIT.
- WELL, BUT DADDY,
LIKE WHAT HAPPENS
IF MAYBE SOMEBODY COMES BY
AND WANTS ME TO GO TO A MOVIE?
- DOBIE GILLIS?
LOCK THE DOOR AND
GO TO YOUR ROOM,
AND SECURE THAT HATCH, TOO.
- DADDY.
- I TOLD YOU THAT THAT
NASTURTIUM MURDERER
IS NOT TO SET
FOOT IN THIS HOUSE.
- BUT IF I MEET
HIM ON THE PORCH,
HE DOESN'T HAVE TO COME IN.
- ON THE PORCH? I
WOULDN'T FEEL SAFE
WITH THAT CLUMSY OX
IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD.
MY POOR NASTURTIUMS.
- WELL, HE JUST MADE
ONE TINY LITTLE MISSTEP.
- HONEY, HE'S THE KIND
OF CLUMSY LANDLUBBER
WHO'LL BE MAKING
MISSTEPS ALL OF HIS LIFE.
NOW, YOU CALL HIM
AND BREAK THE DATE.
- WELL, I DON'T KNOW
HOW TO REACH HIM.
- WELL, HE HAS A
HOME, HASN'T HE?
WELL, MAYBE NOT.
IF HIS PARENTS HAVE
ANY SENSE AT ALL,
THEY'VE GOTTEN HIM
A ROOM SOME PLACE.
- NOW, DADDY, WATCH YOUR TEMPER.
IT'S JUST HE ISN'T
HOME RIGHT NOW.
WELL, HE HAD SOME ERRANDS
TO DO BEFORE HE CAME HERE.
- I'M NOT GOING TO
HAVE HIM AROUND HERE.
I'LL CALL HIM AND BREAK...
ERRANDS? WHAT KIND
OF ERRANDS? WHERE?
- I DON'T KNOW.
ALL HE SAID WAS HE HAD
TO SIGN SOME PAPERS
AND GET A UNIFORM AND
PICK UP SHIPPING ORDERS.
- MYRNA, IS HE JOINING THE NAVY?
- WHAT?
- UNIFORM AND SHIPPING PAPERS?
IT CERTAINLY SOUNDS LIKE
HE'S JOINING THE NAVY TO ME.
- WOULD THAT MAKE
ANY DIFFERENCE?
- ANY DIFFERENCE?
I'M NOT LOCKING MY
DOOR TO ANY NAVY MAN.
- REALLY?
- OF COURSE NOT.
ANY BOY IN THE UNIFORM
OF THE UNITED STATES NAVY
IS WELCOME ABOARD
THIS SHIP ANYTIME.
- OH, WELL, I DON'T THINK
DOBIE WILL BE WEARING
HIS UNIFORM TONIGHT.
- THE BOY IS JOINING
THE NAVY. FINE LAD.
HE'S GOT HIS SHIPPING...
IF HE'S SIGNED HIS PAPERS,
THIS MUST BE HIS
LAST NIGHT ASHORE.
AND I NEARLY
RUINED THAT FOR HIM.
HONEY, YOU SHOULD HAVE
TOLD ME ABOUT THIS SOONER.
- WELL, I SORT OF THOUGHT
YOU WERE SORE AT DOBIE.
- WHAT FOR?
JUST BECAUSE HE FELL INTO
MY PIDDLING NASTURTIUMS?
HE'S JUST BEING A TYPICAL
SAILOR ASHORE, HIGH SPIRITS.
AND WHEN THE FIGHTING STARTS,
THAT SPIRIT TURNS
TO STEEL COURAGE.
SAY, DID I EVER TELL
YOU ABOUT THE TIME...
[ CRASH ]
- I'LL LET DOBIE IN.
- THERE HE IS.
- DON'T SAY A WORD
ABOUT HIS JOINING THE NAVY.
- OH, I DON'T SEE WHY.
OH, HIS LAST NIGHT ASHORE.
- WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL
ME HE PUT IN A NEW GLASS?
- DOBIE, MY BOY.
- NOW, PLEASE,
SIR, MR. LOMAX, SIR,
I CAN EXPLAIN ABOUT
YOUR NASTURTIUMS.
- OH, FORGET ABOUT THAT.
WELCOME ABOARD, MATEY, COME
IN AND DROP ANCHOR A WHILE.
- OH, I DIDN'T DROP YOUR
ANCHOR SIR, HONEST.
I DIDN'T EVEN TOUCH
IT. I DIDN'T EVEN SEE IT.
IT WAS ME THAT FELL IN
YOUR NASTURTIUM BED,
NOT YOUR ANCHOR.
- I LOVE A SEAGOING
SENSE OF HUMOR.
SAY, HOW ARE YOU
FEELING HERE, TOUGH?
- YEAH. OOF!
- HONEY, IT'S SOMETHING
FOR THE BOY TO BE PROUD OF.
HOW IS YOUR GEAR,
SON, IS IT IN ORDER?
- YES, SIR. IT'S FINE IN THIRD,
EXCEPT IT SLIPS
A LITTLE ON HILLS.
- OH, THAT SENSE OF HUMOR.
I MEANT YOUR UNIFORM, BOY.
HOW IS IT?
- OH, IT'S NICE AND CLEAN.
I JUST PICKED IT UP.
- DADDY, LOOK, WE'VE JUST
GOT TO GO TO THE MOVIES.
- OKAY. OKAY.
NOW, JUST A MINUTE.
I'VE GOT SOME THINGS IN HERE
DOBIE WILL BE INTERESTED
IN. I'LL BE RIGHT BACK.
- QUICK, LET'S GET OUT OF HERE.
- WHEN YOUR FATHER'S
BEING SO NICE TO ME?
LISTEN, NOW THAT I MADE
A GOOD IMPRESSION ON HIM,
I OUGHT TO STAY HERE AND
BUILD IT UP FOR OUR FUTURE.
- DOBIE, THE REASON YOU
MADE A GOOD IMPRESSION ON HIM
IS BECAUSE HE THINKS
YOU'RE JOINING THE NAVY.
- IT DOESN'T MAKE
ANY... JOINING THE NAVY?
- YES. LET'S GO.
- WHERE DID HE GET
AN IDEA LIKE THAT?
- IT WAS THE ONLY WAY I COULD
GO OUT WITH YOU TONIGHT.
- THAT'S OKAY FOR TONIGHT,
BUT WHAT'LL HE DO TOMORROW
NIGHT WHEN I'M STILL HERE IN PORT?
- DON'T WORRY, I'LL
THINK OF SOMETHING.
- REALLY?
MYRNA, I WISH I
COULD SEE YOUR BRAIN.
I BET IT'S BEAUTIFUL TOO.
- AHOY, MATEY!
YES, SIR, DOBIE, MY BOY.
YOU'LL BE
INTERESTED IN ALL THIS,
BUT YOU'RE IN A HURRY.
THERE ARE THE
OLD SIGNAL FLAGS...
- YES. YES.
- THE PRESERVERS,
BUT THIS WHAT I WANT
YOU TO HAVE, MY BOY.
- OH, THANK YOU, SIR, BUT I...
- MY GOING-AWAY GIFT TO YOU.
- OH, YES.
- IN THERE, MY BOY,
IS A PERFECT MODEL OF THE
OLD FOUR-MASTED WINDJAMMER.
- JUST WHAT I ALWAYS WANTED.
- DADDY, YOU REALLY
SHOULDN'T HAVE.
- NO. NO.
- YES. YES. WELL, SHE'S RIGHT.
I'M BEING SELFISH, BUT, HONEY,
IT'S JUST BECAUSE I'M SO
ALL-FIRED PROUD OF DOBIE HERE.
- YES.
- WELL, YOU TWO RUN ALONG NOW,
AND ENJOY YOURSELVES
AT THE MOVIES.
- YES, SIR, THE MOVIE.
- ANCHORS AWEIGH.
- 16 MEN ON A DEAD MAN'S CHEST.
- YO-HO.
- YO-HO.
- WHAT A SENSE OF HUMOR.
- [ PHONE RINGING]
- HELLO?
- MR. LOMAX, THIS IS BETTY LOU.
MAY I SPEAK TO MYRNA, PLEASE?
- OH, NOT TONIGHT, BETTY LOU,
SHE'S JUST LEFT
WITH DOBIE GILLIS.
NO. NO. I DON'T EXPECT
HER BACK REAL SOON.
IT'S DOBIE'S LAST NIGHT AT HOME.
YES. YES. THAT FINE BOY IS
JOINING THE NAVY TOMORROW.
- DOBIE'S JOINING THE NAVY?
- QUIET, MAYNARD, IT'S
A DEEP, DARK SECRET.
- OH, SURE.
HEY, MY BUDDY, MY GOOD BUDDY,
MY GOOD BUDDY
DOBIE GILLIS IS, LIKE
JOINING THE NAVY.
LIKE, CONGRATULATIONS,
GOOD BUDDY.
- FOR WHAT?
- HOW COME YOU NEVER TOLD ME?
- TOLD YOU WHAT?
- MILITARY SECRET,
HUH, SHIPMATE?
- SHIPMATE?
- YEAH.
I WON'T TELL ANYBODY
YOU'RE JOINING THE NAVY.
- JOINING THE NAVY?
- NOT A SOUL,
EXCEPT OF COURSE THE
CATS I'M INVITING TO THE BLAST.
- THE BLAST?
- YOU DON'T THINK I'D
LET THE BIGGEST HERO
IN THE WHOLE HISTORY
OF CENTRAL HIGH SCHOOL
GO AWAY WITHOUT
THROWING HIM A WINGDING?
- I THINK I NEED SOME AIR.
- ALL RIGHT, YOU GUYS,
LET'S GIVE HIM THREE CHEERS!
- [ CHEERING ]
- HIP-HIP!
- HOORAY!
- HIP-HIP!
- HOORAY!
- HIP-HIP!
- HOORAY!
- SPEECH! SPEECH!
- WELL, I...
- I... SEE, WELL,
FELLOW AMERICANS,
IT IS A GREAT HONOR AND
A RARE PRIVILEGE TO BE...
- DOBIE, COME ON.
- PLEASE, THEY WANT
ME TO MAKE A SPEECH.
- COME ON, DOBE.
- HE'S JUST TOO
CHOKED UP TO SPEAK.
MY HERO.
- WELL, IT'S NOTHING
TO LAUGH ABOUT.
ALL THE KIDS THINK
I'M JOINING THE NAVY.
- DADDY PROBABLY TOLD SOMEONE.
IN FACT, DADDY
PROBABLY TOLD EVERYONE.
- WELL, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?
- JUST TELL HIM YOU ARE
NOT JOINING THE NAVY.
SAY IT'S A FALSE RUMOR.
- OH, THAT'S ALL
RIGHT FOR THE KIDS,
BUT WHAT ABOUT YOUR FATHER?
- THAT'S EASY.
WE'LL TELL HIM YOU DIDN'T
PASS YOUR NAVY PHYSICAL.
- YEAH. YEAH.
- YOU DON'T SOUND VERY HAPPY.
- SURE I'M HAPPY.
- NO, YOU'RE NOT. YOU KNOW,
I THINK YOU LIKE BEING A HERO.
- NOW THAT'S RIDICULOUS.
COME ON, LET'S GO RIGHT BACK
TO WONG'S AND I'LL SHOW YOU.
I'LL JUST TELL THEM ALL RIGHT
OUT THAT'S IT'S ALL A MISTAKE
AND I'M NOT GOING INTO THE NAVY.
AND SO I'M SORRY
TO HAVE TO TELL YOU
THIS SAD GOODBYE NOW
ON THE EVE OF MY
DEPARTURE FOR THE NAVY.
FOR IT'S BEEN MY LIFELONG
DREAM TO BECOME A SAILOR
IN UNCLE SAM'S GLORIOUS,
SEAFARING, OCEAN GOING,
NAUTICAL FIGHTING FORCE.
AND WHEN I'M OUT THERE ON
THE HIGH SEAS WITH THE WIND
AND THE SALT AND
SPRAY IN MY FACE
WITH THE SHOT
AND SHELL FLYING...
- YAY, DOBIE, YAY...
- I'LL BE PROUD THAT I
VOLUNTEERED TO DEFEND
THESE FAIR SHORES
AGAINST ANY AND ALL ENEMIES,
NO MATTER WHAT THE COST TO ME
AND TO MY LIFE. I THANK YOU.
- YAY, DOBIE! YAY, NAVY!
- ALL RIGHT, LADIES,
RESTRAIN YOURSELVES.
- I'LL GET MY HOME
ECONOMICS CLASS
TO BAKE YOU A CAKE, DOBIE.
- REALLY?
- I JUST WANT TO GET
THE LENGTH OF YOUR ARM.
I'M GOING TO KNIT YOU A
SWEATER TO KEEP YOU WARM
WHEN YOU'RE OUT THERE FIGHTING.
- YEAH.
I BETTER HURRY.
I MAY BE FIGHTING
SOONER THAN I THOUGHT.
- OH, YOU'RE SUCH A GLORY HOUND.
- MYRNA, I'M NOT.
IT'S JUST, WELL,
WITH ALL THOSE
KIDS LOOKING AT ME,
I DIDN'T HAVE THE HEART
TO DISAPPOINT THEM.
- MYRNA?
- YES, DADDY.
- ANYWAY, I'M GOING TO TELL
HIM I FLUNKED MY PHYSICAL,
AND IT'LL WORK AS WELL WITH
THEM AS IT WILL WITH YOUR FATHER.
- IT'S NOT GOING TO
WORK WITH MY FATHER
IF YOU KEEP POPPING
OFF LIKE YOU DID.
- OKAY, OKAY.
- NOW, LOOK, DOBIE,
JUST LET ME HANDLE IT, HUH?
- OKAY. OKAY. IT'S
ALL IN YOUR HANDS.
- MATEY.
- TIPPECANOE AND TYLER TOO.
- WELCOME ABOARD, BOY.
OH, SAY, HAVE I GOT
A SURPRISE FOR YOU.
- DADDY, I'VE GOT TO
TELL YOU SOMETHING.
DADDY?
[ "ANCHORS AWEIGH" PLAYING ]
- "ANCHORS AWEIGH."
IT GETS YOU RIGHT HERE.
- DADDY, WE'VE GOT BAD NEWS.
DOBIE DIDN'T PASS HIS PHYSICAL.
- NO.
- WHAT?
- DOBIE FLUNKED HIS PHYSICAL!
- YES, SIR. THAT'S RIGHT, SIR.
- WELL, WHAT'S
WRONG WITH YOU, BOY?
- YOU TELL HIM. I CAN'T.
- HE HAS A TRICK KNEE.
- YES, SIR.
I HURT IT PLAYING
FOOTBALL FOR THE SCHOOL.
- THIS IS TERRIBLE. TERRIBLE.
- YES, SIR. YES, SIR.
BUT I TRY TO BEAR UP
UNDER THE PAIN, SIR,
AS BEST I CAN.
- I MEAN, IT'S TERRIBLE YOU'RE
NOT GETTING INTO THE NAVY.
- OH, THAT. THAT.
WELL, IT WAS MY MY
DEAREST HEART'S DESIRE, SIR.
- I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL, SON.
- YES.
- AND I WANT YOU TO KNOW
THAT I'M PROUD TO KNOW A BOY
WHO FEELS LIKE YOU
DO ABOUT THE NAVY.
- OH, I DO, SIR. I DO.
THE BRINEY DEEP...
- OH, DADDY, DOBIE
HAS TO GO HOME NOW
TO, WELL, TO TELL HIS
PARENTS THE SAD NEWS.
- YES, SIR.
- COME ON, DOBIE.
- YOU GO ON, BOY,
BUT HURRY BACK.
I WANT YOU TO KNOW YOU'RE
WELCOME IN THIS HOUSE ANYTIME.
ANY BOY WHO FEELS
ABOUT THE NAVY AS YOU DO.
- SIR?
SIR, IT'S BEEN MY LIFELONG
DREAM TO BECOME A SAILOR
IN UNCLE SAM'S GLORIOUS NAVY.
- DOBIE.
- AND TO BE OUT THERE
WITH THE WIND AND THE SALT
AND THE SPRAY IN MY FACE
WITH THE SHOT AND SHELL FLYING,
DEFENDING THESE FAIR SHORES
AGAINST ANY AND ALL ENEMIES,
NO MATTER WHAT THE
COST TO ME AND TO MY LIFE.
- ♪ STAND, NAVY, OUT TO
SEA, FIGHT OUR BATTLE CRY ♪
- ♪ WE'LL NEVER
CHANGE OUR COURSE ♪
♪ SO VICIOUS FOE STEER SHY ♪
♪ ROLL OUT THE TNT ♪
♪ ANCHORS AWEIGH ♪
♪ SAIL ON TO VICTORY ♪
♪ AND SINK THEIR BONES
TO DAVY JONES, HOORAY! ♪
- HOORAY!
- THIS FINE BOY,
AND HE'S NOT GOING?
- NO!
- WHY, IN THE WORDS
OF JOHN PAUL JONES...
- I'M NOT GOING...
- I HAVEN'T BEGUN TO FIGHT.
- AND I'M NOT GOING TO.
- WE'RE GOING TO GET YOU
PAST THAT PHYSICAL EXAMINATION.
- WE'RE GOING TO GET ME
PAST... YOU'RE RIGHT, MYRNA,
I GOTTA GO.
- MATEY...
- WHAT?
- LISTEN TO WHAT I JUST...
- SIR, SIR...
- WHEN I WAS TRAINER FOR THE
FOOTBALL SQUAD IN ANNAPOLIS,
WE HAD A GREAT SCAT
BACK, HE HAD A TRICK KNEE
AND IT NEVER BOTHERED HIM.
- YES, BUT...
- TODAY THAT MAN IS ASSISTANT
CHIEF OF NAVAL OPERATIONS.
- OH?
- AND WHEN I PHONE HIM...
AND I TELL HIM HOW
MUCH YOU LOVE THE NAVY...
AND HOW YOU WERE JUST
JUMPING AROUND HERE
ON THAT KNEE...
- WELL, THAT DOESN'T
MEAN A THING.
- OH, NO, PLEASE.
NO. NOT A THING, SIR.
- YOU SEE, HIS KNEE
IS PSYCHOSOMATIC.
- YEAH. YEAH.
- LONG DISTANCE?
- GET ME THE NAVY
DEPARTMENT AT WASHINGTON DC.
HIS KNEE IS WHAT?
- YEAH. HYDROMATIC.
- HYDROMATIC?
- YES. WATER ON THE KNEE.
- HELLO. NAVY DEPARTMENT?
PUT ME THROUGH TO
THE ASSISTANT CHIEF
OF NAVAL OPERATIONS.
WATER ON THE KNEE?
- WATER ON THE BRAIN.
- CHIEF PETTY OFFICER
JOHN LOMAX, RETIRED.
NOW HEAR THIS, IN
LESS THAN ONE MINUTE
THAT PHONE WILL RING, AND
IT'LL BE THE ASSISTANT CHIEF
OF NAVAL OPERATIONS
TO TALK TO YOU.
- NOW, WAIT A
MINUTE. WHAT IS THIS?
- I SAID THE ASSISTANT CHIEF
OF NAVAL OPERATIONS
TO TALK TO YOU.
- ME? THE ASSISTANT CHIEF?
- TO ASK YOU WHY THIS
FINE UPSTANDING SPECIMEN,
DOBIE GILLIS, WAS TURNED
DOWN ON HIS PHYSICAL YESTERDAY.
- GILLIS?
- YES.
- GILLIS? THE ASSISTANT CHIEF?
- LIEUTENANT SMEDLEY.
THE ASSISTANT CHIEF
OF NAVAL OPERATIONS?
YES, SIR. GILLIS?
WELL, I DON'T HAVE HIS
RECORDS RIGHT HERE, SIR.
NO, SIR. I'M SURE
THERE'S NO FOUL-UP, SIR.
YES, SIR.
WE'LL RUSH THE BOY RIGHT
THROUGH, SIR. YES, SIR.
WE'LL GIVE HIM EVERY
BREAK HE WAS MISSING.
YES, SIR.
THE ASSISTANT CHIEF FOR YOU.
- OH, HI, SKINNY.
WELL, I WANT TO THANK YOU.
IT WAS FINE TO TALK
TO YOU TOO, SKINNY.
SAY, HOW'S THE KNEE? GOOD. FINE.
YEAH. WELL, I'LL TALK
TO YOU LATER. BYE.
NOW, IF YOUNG GILLIS HERE
PASSES THAT EXAMINATION,
I'LL TRY TO SEE THAT THE
CHIEF ISN'T TOO TOUGH
ABOUT THAT FOUL-UP
IN YOUR RECORDS.
- THANK YOU. AND
DON'T YOU WORRY.
HE'S AS GOOD AS IN THE NAVY.
- FINE. WELL, MY BOY,
I'LL BE CASTING OFF.
I'VE DONE ALL I
CAN FOR YOU HERE.
- YES, SIR. YOU SURE HAVE.
- FRIENDS LIKE THAT
ARE HARD TO FIND.
- NOT FOR ME.
OH, HI, MAYNARD.
- HI, DOBE.
LIKE, HI, LIKE, SIR.
- MAYNARD, WHAT'S THAT?
- DOBIE GILLIS, SAILOR, FRIEND,
AND GOOD BUDDY, I'D
LIKE TO PRESENT YOU
THIS GOING-AWAY PRESENT WHICH
I FOUND WHILE, LIKE, PROWLING
AROUND IN THE SURPLUS STORE.
KIND OF AN OLD SURPLUS STORE.
- NAME?
- MAYNARD KREBS.
- KREBS, MAYNARD.
- LIKE, NO, SIR.
LIKE MAYNARD KREBS.
- YOU?
- YES, SIR. AND I DON'T MIND
GOING IN THE NAVY, BUT
CAN I GO HOME FIRST?
- NOW, LISTEN.
- BECAUSE IF I'M
GOING IN THE NAVY,
I WANT TO JUST, LIKE,
CHANGE MY OLD CLOTHES.
- MAYNARD, IT'S
MY NAME HE WANTS.
DOBIE GILLIS, SIR.
- GILLIS, DOBIE.
AGE?
- 17.
- 17?
- YES, SIR.
- THE NAVY DOESN'T ACCEPT
17 YEAR-OLD ENLISTEES.
- IT DOESN'T?
- NO.
- OH, THAT'S WONDERFUL.
I MEAN, DOGGONE. I
MEAN, IT'S WONDERFUL
THAT OUR NAVY
DOESN'T ENROLL KIDS,
WHICH I AM, 17, SINCE
MY LAST BIRTHDAY,
AND I WON'T BE 18
UNTIL MY NEXT BIRTHDAY.
SO I'LL SEE YOU THEN. AHOY.
- COME BACK HERE.
ALL YOU HAVE TO DO
IS GET YOUR FATHER
TO SIGN THIS CONSENT PAPER.
- CONSENT PAPER?
- GIVING HIS PERMISSION.
YOU WANT ME TO CALL HIM?
- NO. NO. NO. I'LL
TAKE THAT TO HIM.
- HE'LL SIGN, WON'T HE?
- MY FATHER?
WILD HORSES COULDN'T STOP HIM.
- ALL RIGHT. THEN YOU
BRING IT RIGHT BACK HERE.
I'LL BE HERE TOO IF
THE MEDICS GIVE ME
COMBAT CLEARANCE
FOR ANOTHER INTERVIEW.
- COME ON, DOBE, LET'S
GET YOUR OLD MAN TO SIGN.
MAN, LIKE YOU'RE PRACTICALLY IN.
WHAT'S THE MATTER?
- THE MATTER IS I DON'T WANT
TO BE, LIKE, PRACTICALLY IN.
IT WAS JUST A WAY OF GETTING
ME IN WITH MYRNA'S FATHER.
I HAD TO KEEP SHOOTING
OFF MY BIG MOUTH.
- WE SHOULD NEVER
START THESE INVENTORIES.
WE NEVER FINISH THEM.
- 18 BOXES OF SALT.
- 18 SALT.
ALL WE DO IS USE UP PENCILS.
- 16 POUNDS OF RIPE OLIVES.
- 16 RIPE OLIVES.
OH, HOW DO YOU DO?
CAN I HELP YOU, SIR?
- I'M JOHN LOMAX,
CHIEF PETTY OFFICER, RETIRED.
- I'M HERBERT T. GILLIS,
GROCER, WORKING,
AND THIS IS MY WIFE,
MRS. HERBERT T. GILLIS.
- MRS. GILLIS?
- I THOUGHT PERHAPS YOU
MIGHT HAVE HEARD OF ME.
YOUR SON DOBIE IS HAVING
DATES WITH MY DAUGHTER.
- UH-OH.
- WHAT?
- NOW, IF THERE'S
BEEN ANY TROUBLE...
- TROUBLE? I SHOULD SAY
NOT. DOBIE'S A FINE BOY.
- YOU DON'T KNOW HIM LONG, HUH?
- OH, MY HUSBAND IS
ALWAYS TEASING ABOUT DOBIE.
WE'RE BOTH VERY PROUD OF HIM.
- AND THAT YOU SHOULD BE.
THAT BOY'S GOING
TO MAKE A FINE SAILOR.
- YES, DOBIE'S... SAILOR?
- SAILOR?
- OH, HE'S GOT THIS SPIRIT...
HE HASN'T TOLD
YOU HE'S ENLISTING?
- OH, YOU MUST
HAVE THE WRONG BOY.
OUR KID'S TOO LAZY TO GIVE UP
A CUSHY SETUP
LIKE HE'S GOT HERE.
- NO. NO. NO. I'M TALKING
ABOUT YOUR SON, DOBIE GILLIS.
I'VE JUST LEFT HIM AT
THE ENLISTMENT OFFICE,
AND THE BOY'S NOT LAZY.
HE'S JUST THE TYPE OF MATERIAL
OUR FIGHTING NAVY NEEDS.
- YOU SURE YOU'VE
GOT THE RIGHT BOY?
SORT OF A SEMI-TALL, BLOND KID,
MEDIUM BUILD, NOT TOO BRIGHT?
- HERBERT.
- MR. GILLIS, DON'T
UNDERESTIMATE THAT BOY.
I TELL YOU, HE'S GOING
TO MAKE A FINE SAILOR.
- [ CRYING]
- NOW, HERE, MRS. GILLIS,
I DIDN'T MEAN TO
TORPEDO YOU LIKE THIS.
NATURALLY, I ASSUMED
DOBIE HAD TOLD YOU.
WELL, HERE, I JUST DROPPED
BY TO LEAVE THIS FOR THE BOY.
MRS. GILLIS, PLEASE.
I UNDERSTAND HOW
YOU FEEL RIGHT NOW,
BUT DON'T YOU WORRY.
YOU'RE GOING TO BE VERY HAPPY.
YOU'LL BE GETTING
MAIL FROM THAT BOY
FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD.
OKINAWA, NOME, ALASKA.
- MY BABY.
- TIM... - [ CRYING ] MY BABY.
I'LL BE CASTING OFF.
I'M SORRY TO HAVE BEEN
THE BEARER OF BAD NEWS.
IT'S GOOD NEWS.
- NOW, NOW, LOOK AT IT THIS WAY.
DOBIE'S GOING TO BE
SELF-SUPPORTING FOR THREE YEARS.
- OH, HERBERT.
- YOU KNOW, WE'RE NOT
REALLY LOSING A SON,
WE'RE GAINING A BEDROOM.
- YOU'RE JUST BEING BRAVE.
YOU KNOW YOU
DON'T FEEL THAT WAY.
- NO. NO, I DON'T.
- WHY WOULD DOBIE
WANT TO LEAVE US?
- WELL, WHY WOULDN'T HE,
WITH A FATHER WHO'S
ALWAYS YELLING AT HIM,
WON'T GIVE HIM ENOUGH ALLOWANCE.
IT'S ALL MY FAULT, WINNIE.
IT'S ALL MY FAULT.
- NO, HERBERT.
IT'S NOT YOUR
FAULT, IT'S MY FAULT.
- NOW, DON'T SAY THAT.
YOU'RE A WONDERFUL MOTHER.
- THAT'S JUST IT. I
COULDN'T REALIZE
THAT HE'S NOT A BABY ANY LONGER,
ALWAYS ASKING HIM IF
SOMETHING'S TOO HOT
OR TOO COLD OR TOO
LUKEWARM. IT'S MY FAULT.
I'VE BEEN MOTHERING
HIM TOO MUCH.
- YES. AND I DIDN'T
FATHER HIM ENOUGH.
OH, HERE HE COMES
NOW, SO STRAIGHTEN UP.
HE'S ALREADY ENLISTED,
YOU KNOW.
- YES.
- HE'S IN THE NAVY NOW, DEAR,
AND HE'S NOT A BABY ANYMORE,
SO STOP CRYING, CHIN UP,
AND JUST LET ME HANDLE IT, HUH?
- HI, MOM, DAD.
MOM, DAD, MAY I PRESENT
MISS MYRNA LOMAX,
MY MOTHER AND MY FATHER.
- HOW DO YOU DO?
WE WERE JUST SORT OF
TAKING INVENTORY HERE,
BUT OF COURSE THAT CAN WAIT
WHILE WE HAVE A NICE
LITTLE... OH, MY BOY.
- DOBIE, OH, MY
LITTLE BABY. MY BABY.
- NO. NO.
- MOM, DAD.
- YOU'RE NOT GOING IN ANY NAVY.
OH, WE KNOW ALL ABOUT IT,
MR. LOMAX WAS HERE.
BUT I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY,
YOU ARE NOT JOINING THE NAVY.
I'LL GET YOU OUT OF THIS,
IF I HAVE TO CALL THE PRESIDENT
OF THE UNITED STATES PERSONALLY.
- THE PRESIDENT?
- YEAH.
HE'S A VETERAN TOO.
- OH, THANK YOU.
- WHAT'S THIS? YOUR
ENLISTMENT PAPER?
I'LL WANT THAT WHEN
I GET ON THE PHONE.
- NO. NO. DAD, I'M NOT IN
THE NAVY. I'M TOO YOUNG.
THAT'S JUST A PAPER
YOU WERE SUPPOSED
TO SIGN GIVING YOUR CONSENT.
- I WILL NOT.
- MY GOOD BUDDY'S, LIKE, SAFE.
- YEAH.
- DARLING, I'M SURE THAT SOMEDAY
YOU'LL REALIZE THAT WE'RE RIGHT.
GOODNESS, WHATEVER
GAVE YOU SUCH AN IDEA,
JOINING THE NAVY AT YOUR AGE?
- OH, I DON'T KNOW, MOM.
- AREN'T YOU HAPPY HERE?
- OH, SURE. GOSH, YES, MOM.
- I MEAN, HAVE WE
DONE ANYTHING, DEAR?
- OH, GOSH, NO. NO.
IT'S WONDERFUL HERE, AND
YOU'RE BOTH WONDERFUL.
- BECAUSE IF ANYTHING'S
MAKING YOU UNHAPPY,
WHY, WE COULD RAISE
YOUR ALLOWANCE...
- WINNIE, THE BOY
SAID HE'S HAPPY.
- I DIDN'T KNOW YOU
WANTED TO LEAVE US.
- I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE, MOM.
THAT IS, I JUST
WANTED TO DO MY BIT,
YOU KNOW, FOR MY COUNTRY.
- UH-OH.
- OH, THAT'S A WONDERFUL
ATTITUDE, DEAR.
- I JUST MEAN THAT, WELL,
I SAW MY DUTY, THAT'S ALL.
I JUST WANTED TO
SERVE MY COUNTRY,
EVEN IF I AM PRETTY YOUNG.
- DOBIE, YOU PROMISED
YOU'D WALK ME HOME.
NOW, COME ON, LET'S GO, HUH?
- BUT I'D NEVER HAVE
FORGOTTEN YOU, MOM,
OR YOU, DAD.
- EVEN WHEN I WAS OUT THERE
ON THE HIGH SEAS WITH THE WIND
AND THE SALT AND
SPRAY IN MY FACE,
WITH THE SHOT AHD SHELL FLYING.
I'D HAVE TAKEN OUT A MINUTE,
REGARDLESS OF THE DANGER
TO MYSELF, TO BE COMFORTED
BY THE FACT THAT YOU WERE ALL
SAFE FROM THE SHOT AND SHELL.
- YEAH, DOBIE!
YEAH, NAVY!
- MAYNARD. MAYNARD.
- ♪ STAND, NAVY, OUT TO SEA ♪
♪ FIGHT OUR BATTLE CRY ♪
- ♪ WE'LL NEVER
CHANGE OUR COURSE ♪
♪ SO VICIOUS FOE STEER SHY ♪
♪ ROLL OUT THE TNT,
ANCHORS AWEIGH ♪
♪ SAIL ON TO VICTORY ♪
♪ AND SINK THEIR BONES
TO DAVY JONES, HOORAY! ♪
- [ CHEERING]
- SIGN IT! SIGN IT!
SIGN THE CONSENT FORM!
- NO, YOU CAN'T! MAYNARD!
- OH, YOU'RE RIGHT, HONEY.
YOU'RE RIGHT. HERE, DOBIE,
GO!
- DAD. MAYNARD.
- DON'T THINK OF US.
YOUR COUNTRY NEEDS YOU!
GOODBYE, MY SAILOR.
- GOODBYE, MY SAILOR.
- WAIT.
- GO!
OUR BOY.
OUR BABY BOY.
- WHAT'S THAT?
- MY INVENTORY SHEET.
- WHAT?
- WINNIE, I SIGNED MY
OWN INVENTORY SHEET.
HEY, THERE'S THE
CONSENT PAPER HERE.
DOBIE, YOU'RE SAFE! YOU'RE SAFE!
- THANKS.
- HONEY, WE'RE SORRY
ABOUT SIGNING THAT.
WE GOT CARRIED AWAY, DOBIE.
WE COULDN'T LET YOU
GO, NOT FOR THREE YEARS.
- YES, SIREE.
FOR THE NEXT THREE YEARS,
YOU'RE GOING TO BE
RIGHT HERE WITH US
FOR THREE WHOLE YEARS.
THREE YEARS.
- YOU MEAN, YOU REFUSE TO SIGN
THE CONSENT PAPER FOR ME.
- YES, HE JUST TORE IT UP.
- WELL, NO. NO. NOT EXACTLY.
WHAT YOU JUST TORE UP
WAS YOUR INVENTORY SHEET.
- IF THAT IS MY INVENTORY SHEET,
THEN THIS MUST BE THE CONSENT.
- CONSENT, YEAH.
- HMM.
I GOTTA KILL THAT
BOY. I JUST GOTTA.
- I'M SORRY ABOUT
TONIGHT, MYRNA,
BUT YOUR ATTITUDE'S WONDERFUL,
AND IN ABOUT A WEEK WHEN
THIS INVENTORY'S DONE...
GOSH, THAT'S WONDERFUL
OF YOUR FATHER, MYRNA.
AND TELL HIM THAT THE
NAVY'S WONDERFUL TOO
AND THAT I CAN HARDLY
WAIT UNTIL I'M 18 AND CAN JOIN
AND CAN BE OUT
THERE ON THE HIGH SEAS
WITH THE WIND AND THE SALT
AND THE SPRAY IN MY
FACE, WITH THE SHOT...
MYRNA? MYRNA?
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE...
- YOU IN THE SOUP, BOY?
- YES, SIR. AS USUAL.
SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, TEN.
♪ DOBIE ♪
♪ WANTS A GAL WHO'S DREAMY ♪
♪ DOBIE ♪
♪ WANTS A GAL WHO'S CREAMY ♪
♪ DOBIE ♪
♪ WANTS A GAL TO CALL HIS OWN ♪
♪ IS SHE BLONDE? IS SHE TALL? ♪
♪ IS SHE DARK? IS SHE SMALL? ♪
♪ IS SHE ANY KIND OF
DREAMBOAT AT ALL? ♪
♪ NO MATTER ♪
♪ HE'S HERS AND HERS ALONE ♪
♪ 'CAUSE DOBIE HAS TO
HAVE A GIRL TO CALL HIS OWN ♪
♪ DOBIE ♪