Jane Deborah Hilton: How are things out at the field?
Corporal William G. 'Bill' Smollett II: Oh, they're fine, thank you. How's everything with you?
Jane Deborah Hilton: Oh, just fine. I want to get a war job, but Mother won't let me.
Corporal William G. 'Bill' Smollett II: Well, I think she's right. You ought to stay home -
Jane Deborah Hilton: No, it isn't that at all. Mother wants me to go to college.
Corporal William G. 'Bill' Smollett II: Oh. Oh, gee. That would take four years, wouldn't it?
Jane Deborah Hilton: If I go.
Corporal William G. 'Bill' Smollett II: You don't want to go?
Jane Deborah Hilton: No, it's so silly. If I were three or four years older, I could be a Wave.
Corporal William G. 'Bill' Smollett II: Or a Wac.
Jane Deborah Hilton: Or a nurse. That's what I'd rather be most. A nurse.
Corporal William G. 'Bill' Smollett II: That would be swell if I was wounded.
Jane Deborah Hilton: You shouldn't say such things.
Corporal William G. 'Bill' Smollett II: Oh. I won't be wounded. I'll be killed.
Jane Deborah Hilton: Bill!
Corporal William G. 'Bill' Smollett II: Oh, Jane would you care?
Jane Deborah Hilton: Well, of course I'd care, silly.
Corporal William G. 'Bill' Smollett II: Well, gee, that'd be fine.
Jane Deborah Hilton: What would be fine about it?
Corporal William G. 'Bill' Smollett II: Well, I thought that if - Well, what I mean is I would be glad if you were sorry if I were killed.
Jane Deborah Hilton: What good would that do if you were dead?
Corporal William G. 'Bill' Smollett II: Yeah, I guess you're right.
Jane Deborah Hilton: I don't ever want to hear

Jane Deborah Hilton: I'm sorry to have interrupted you, Dr. Golden, but I was instructed to get the patient to bed.
Dr. Sigmund Gottlieb Golden: It's all right. He's had quite enough for one day.
Jane Deborah Hilton: Doctor, will Mr. Williams be all right?
Dr. Sigmund Gottlieb Golden: In time. In time. He's a fine young man. He must have another chance at life, and we must work to give it to him.
Jane Deborah Hilton: His burns seem almost healed.
Dr. Sigmund Gottlieb Golden: Yes, his burns, but the most serious injury - that, I'm afraid, will take more time.
Jane Deborah Hilton: The injury to his mind? Is that what you mean?
Dr. Sigmund Gottlieb Golden: No, not to his mind. To his confidence, in himself and in others. Yes, we must rebuild Danny Williams' life all the way back and all the way forward. Hasn't there every been anyone close to you, Miss Hilton, for whom you would like to have done that?
Jane Deborah Hilton: Yes, there was someone.
Dr. Sigmund Gottlieb Golden: Ah, there was. We must not live in the past, my child. There is a whole wide broken world to mend. Come, come, I mustn't have another patient. How would you like to do a tired old man a favor?
Jane Deborah Hilton: Oh, anything, Doctor.
Dr. Sigmund Gottlieb Golden: Then smile for me. Let me see that young people still can smile as they used to long ago. Huh? Yes. Just as I remember. Good night, my child.

Colonel William G. Smollett: [studying a map] Wettookit. Wettookit. You must have the name wrong.
Bridget 'Brig' Hilton: No. Here it is in Pop's letter. "Now, we're here in Texas on maneuvers... in a little town called Wettookit. We came, we saw, we took it!"
Colonel William G. Smollett: "We took it." Very funny. I would appreciate it, my dear Bridget, if in the future you could spare me from your father's elaborate puns.

Colonel William G. Smollett: And I might have had that wonderful child as a granddaughter. Bill was fortunate to have known her.
Mrs. Anne Hilton: Bill deserved her. He was such a good boy.
Colonel William G. Smollett: Yes, I dare say. The good die first. And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust burn to the socket.

Colonel William G. Smollett: Good morning. Mrs. Hilton, I presume?
Mrs. Anne Hilton: Yes.
Colonel William G. Smollett: May I be permitted to observe that this is the first house I've found in this godforsaken community that doesn't smell of cabbage.
Mrs. Anne Hilton: Well, it does sometimes.
Colonel William G. Smollett: I was given to understand at the office of the Purchasing Division, to which I have the misfortune to be attached, that you had a room for rent.
Mrs. Anne Hilton: Yes, but I specified an officer. You see, my husband -
Colonel William G. Smollett: My name is Smollett, William G., Colonel, United States Army, retired. Retired, I might add, by virtue of certain fatuous opinions held in the War Department which judge a man's usefulness neither by his experience nor his ability, but by the number of years since he was weaned.
Bridget 'Brig' Hilton: [dog growls and barks] Soda. Soda!
Colonel William G. Smollett: There was nothing in the information I was furnished, madam, which indicated that you had children and domestic pets.
Mrs. Anne Hilton: Well, I'm sorry, but they go with the house.
Colonel William G. Smollett: We won't discuss it. With your permission, madam, may we dispense with further conversation? I should like to inspect the room.
Mrs. Anne Hilton: Certainly. Just follow me. I do hope you'll forgive me if I've been long-winded.
Colonel William G. Smollett: Not at all, madam. Through a full, and somewhat protracted existence, I have learned to accept the natural tendency of all women to be garrulous.
Mrs. Anne Hilton: You're very tolerant, Colonel.

Colonel William G. Smollett: He struggled so hard to be a soldier, because I insisted on it. I, in my infinite wisdom.
Mrs. Anne Hilton: He would have been a soldier anyway, as things turned out.
Colonel William G. Smollett: Yes, but all he learned from me was the glory, the decorations, the parades.
Mrs. Anne Hilton: Bill had character and courage. I know you gave him those.
Colonel William G. Smollett: I hope so.
Mrs. Anne Hilton: He loved you.
Colonel William G. Smollett: Mrs. Hilton, I'm not a child. He hated me. To whom did that telegram come? Why, he didn't even list me as next of kin.
Mrs. Anne Hilton: The telegram came to Jane, because they were to be married.
Colonel William G. Smollett: Oh, I didn't know, of course.
Mrs. Anne Hilton: I should have told you before. Colonel, if only you could believe that he loved you. Don't you remember the message he sent you? That he was a Smollett, all right, and before the war was over, you'd be proud of him.

Major Sam Atkins: Hello, Tony. I didn't know you were in town.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Hello, Sam. It's quite a dance you fellows are putting on here. What's the matter? You look upset.
Major Sam Atkins: Just got some bad news. Good evening, Mrs. Hilton.
Mrs. Anne Hilton: Good evening, Major.
Major Sam Atkins: Plane crash. Don't say anything about it now, it might spoil the fun.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: That's too bad. Where'd it happen?
Major Sam Atkins: Right outside town. Lost one of my best boys.
Mrs. Anne Hilton: What was his name?
Major Sam Atkins: Mahoney. He hit some wires.
Mrs. Anne Hilton: Oh, not Johnny!
Major Sam Atkins: Did you know him? Well, I hope he wasn't, uh...
Mrs. Anne Hilton: But it can't be! We were talking to him here just a little while ago.
Major Sam Atkins: I'm extremely sorry, Mrs. Hilton. I had no idea that you knew him. I shouldn't have said anything.
Mrs. Anne Hilton: It was just that I liked Johnny very much. I know his father.
Major Sam Atkins: A terrible thing.
Soldier at Dance: Beg pardon, sir. The car's ready for you now, sir.
Major Sam Atkins: Be right there.
Soldier at Dance: Yes, sir.
Major Sam Atkins: I've got to go and examine the wreck. Not a very pleasant job, I can tell you. Good night.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Good night.
Mrs. Anne Hilton: Oh Tony, how awful. His poor parents.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Lucky Johnny. Come on, Anne. Let's dance.
Mrs. Anne Hilton: Dance?
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Look Anne, you'll be hearing plenty of things like this. Might as well get used to them now.

Bridget 'Brig' Hilton: You say it's animal?
Mrs. Anne Hilton: That's right.
Jane Deborah Hilton: And its home is in the Middle West.
Mrs. Anne Hilton: Umm-hmm.
Bridget 'Brig' Hilton: And it makes a noise like a lion, but it puffs like a locomotive.
Mrs. Anne Hilton: Umm-hmm. Better give up. You agreed if you hadn't guessed it by the time we got home.
Jane Deborah Hilton: Oh, I know. It's Soda.
Mrs. Anne Hilton: Oh, no. Brig guessed that long ago.
Bridget 'Brig' Hilton: All right. I give up.
Mrs. Anne Hilton: It's Colonel Smollett, silly.

Lieutenant Solomon: It's a wonderful party, Mrs. Hilton.
Mrs. Anne Hilton: It's Tony. He brings life to any party.
Lieutenant Solomon: Tony's doomed to go through life as everybody's darling.
Mrs. Anne Hilton: Even to his men?
Lieutenant Solomon: Well, they don't think of him as darling, exactly. Hero worship's more like it. I'll bet he didn't tell you he's been recommended for the Navy Cross.
Mrs. Anne Hilton: No, really?
Lieutenant Solomon: Uh-huh. Oh, he'll make jokes about it, but he's very proud of it.
Mrs. Anne Hilton: Well, where did -
[Tony enters]
Mrs. Anne Hilton: Oh, I want to talk to you, John Paul Jones.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: What have I done now?
Mrs. Anne Hilton: The Navy Cross - that's what you've done.
[Tony glares at Lt. Solomon]
Mrs. Anne Hilton: Yes, he told me. Do they give you a ribbon?
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Uh-huh.
Mrs. Anne Hilton: Well what does it look like? What are the colors?
Lieutenant Tony Willett: [pointing at a ribbon on Lt. Solomon's chest] As a matter of fact, it looks just like that.
Lieutenant Solomon: Aw, stop it, Tony. This is an old one. It's last year's model.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Listen, Anne, he'll joke about it, but he's really very proud of it.
Mrs. Anne Hilton: Well, he said the same thing about you.
Lieutenant Solomon: If you people will excuse me now.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Oh, he did, did he?

Lieutenant Tony Willett: [sirens wailing] Uh-oh. Yep. It's one of them all right.
Mrs. Anne Hilton: What have we been doing? You weren't speeding.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Have things changed around here? Do you have to be doing something now before you get a ticket?
Police Officer: Where do you think you're going?
Lieutenant Tony Willett: I wish I knew. What's your guess? Gibralter? New Guinea? Kiska?
Police Officer: You stationed around here?
Lieutenant Tony Willett: Well, yes and no. Look officer, I don't want to be rude, but we're not in a particularly chatty frame of mind. So, would you mind filling out one of those pretty little slips and getting it over with?
Police Officer: You weren't doing anything.
Lieutenant Tony Willett: I wasn't?
Mrs. Anne Hilton: Well, what's all this about?
Police Officer: Oh, it's just that it gets so lonely along this road since gas rationing. And say, ain't it a beautiful night?
Mrs. Anne Hilton: Well, I hadn't noticed it before, but now that you mention it, officer.
Police Officer: Well, guess I'd better be checking in. Nice to met up with you folks.
Mrs. Anne Hilton: Good night.
Police Officer: Get one of them Japs for me!
Lieutenant Tony Willett: If I lay my hands on one, I'll give him a ticket!