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Skid Johnson:
I'm all washed up in the army. This is my last day. Say, there's an idea - we oughta celebrate.
Marguerite 'Maggie' King:
Yeah, the army will probably do the celebrating!
Skid Johnson:
How about meeting me on the dock, under the moon?
Marguerite 'Maggie' King:
What if there isn't a moon?
Skid Johnson:
I'll meet you under the dock!
Skid Johnson:
No kiddin- how about you and me going places tonight when your boat gets in? Okay?
Marguerite 'Maggie' King:
No kiddin- how about you scram until I've seen some of the scenery down here.
Skid Johnson:
I AM the scenery down here. I'm Skid Johnson, the one man army. Ask anybody.
Ella:
Do the tropics always smell like this?
[runs back to the woman whose hair has just burned]
Cloakroom Attendant:
Check your coat?
Harry:
Yes please.
[takes off overcoat, revealing a second one underneath]
Cloakroom Attendant:
[to her assistant] Oh, there's one for you too!复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
