荒岛仙窟日月情 (1959) 5.9

Cpl. Allison, USMC: You don't have to be afraid of me, ma'am. That was just drunk talk. I'd never hurt you! I'd rather *die* first! Sister Angela: Only God knows what'll happen to us. Cpl. Allison, USMC: And He won't tell, huh, ma'am? Sister Angela: He might. Cpl. Allison, USMC: [Sister Angela walks up next to Allison as he stares at the waves on the shoreline; beat] Hello, Ma'am. Sister Angela: Good morning, Mr. Allison. Cpl. Allison, USMC: I must've been off my rocker last night. A marine oughtn't to get married. His duties are with the family or the corps. One of 'em's gotta get the short end. In the service, they'd ask us, 'what's better? A bad husband, or a bad marine. Well, he ends up *both*. Do me a favor, huh, ma'am? Just... just forget I opened my big mouth. Sister Angela: [walking away] ... certainly, Mr. Allison. [He continues to stare out at the waves] Cpl. Allison, USMC: I, uh... I've never loved anyone or anybody before... I've never even *lived* before. Never really... lived... inside. That's why I want to ask you to marry me. I want to look after you... not only while we're here but for the rest of our lives. So, tell me, ma'am, if there's a chance. [awkward pause] Cpl. Allison, USMC: I don't mean to give offense. ma'am, but... is there? Sister Angela: No, Mr. Allison. You see, I've already given my heart... to Jesus Christ, our Lord. Cpl. Allison, USMC: Like you was engaged or somethin'? Sister Angela: Yes. [shows him her left hand] Sister Angela: This is the ring, and when I take my final vows, I'll wear a gold one: a marriage ring. Cpl. Allison, USMC: Oh, I didn't know it was set up like that. I guess I didn't have no right to speak. [slaps the box beside him, stands up] Cpl. Allison, USMC: Well, I guess I'll go fix that lean-to for ya! Cpl. Allison, USMC: Shh! Of course I am, ma'am alive and kickin'. Now, didn't I tell you never to leave this cave? [wagging his finger at her] Cpl. Allison, USMC: I am very put out with you... [she starts to argue] Cpl. Allison, USMC: yes, I am! *Put out!* [first lines] Cpl. Allison, USMC: Let's just keep it quiet, ma'am. You speak English? Sister Angela: Yes. Cpl. Allison, USMC: Are there any Japs around? Sister Angela: You're... You're an American. [last lines] Marine: I don't get it, Cap'n. Four howitzers, plenty of ammo, no breechblocks. They haven't fired a round. Marine Captain: Beats me. Sister Angela: [Mr. Allison has been drinking sake and is quite drunk] Mr. Allison... what is the matter? Cpl. Allison, USMC: [barely able to talk] Matter? Nothin's the matter. What makes ya think somethin's the matter? [Drinks some more] Cpl. Allison, USMC: Whatcha gotta be a nun for? [Drinks again] Cpl. Allison, USMC: That's my luck. That's ol' Allison's luck. If ya gotta be a nun, why ain't ya old and ugly? Why do ya gotta have big blue eyes... and a beautiful smile... [mumbles into his bottle] Cpl. Allison, USMC: ... and freckles?