GK: One thing women don't understand about men is our continual need for a sense of grandeur. (QUIET, OFF: TR,
FN: Grandeur! Grandeur! HORSE WHINNIES, HOOVES ----
GK: Heroism! Chivalry! Breadth of vision!! The challenge of manhood!
TR BRIT: Grandeur! I knew it well, Horatio......
GK: An October day, you stand at the window, looking across your yard, you hear Winston Churchill----
TR: (CHURCHILL, REVERB) We shall fight, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches and in the yards and gymnasiums, we shall fight on the patios and on the tennis courts and the football fields, and we shall never surrender.
(JETS FLY OVER)
GK: Down deep, men are not herdsmen. (MOOO) We are hunters and warriors! (TR PATTON: Battle brings out all that is best in a man; it destroys all that is base and weak.) No man ever started a lawnmower without imagining himself at the controls of a fighter plane aboard the carrier Lexington at the battle of Midway. (LAWN MOWER STARTING)
TR: (JOHN WAYNE) Here I come, Mr. Tojo! With a little present from the folks back home. Hope you get a big bang out of it. (REV AND AWAY)
GK: A man reaches for his car keys with a sense of mission ---- even if he's only driving six blocks to the grocery store.
FN: If I do not return, know that I did my duty. Adieu.
GK: And every time a man walks into the bedroom at night, he half expects to hear----
SS: (BREATHY) Hi. I've been waiting. What took you so long?
GK: Just got back from a bombing run.
SS: (GASP) You have blood on your face----
GK: Only a flesh wound. Just let me straighten my nose. It got broken in the emergency landing. (RRRAKK) There.
SS: You're practically naked.
GK: Clothes got burned off when we crash landed.
SS: You're so brave.
GK: What choice does one have, darling?
(BRIDGE)
GK: This is one difference between men and women. Women think in terms of small steps forward----
CD: I wonder if I should get my hair cut shorter. Get a different eyeshadow. Greenish-blue, maybe.
GK: Men think in terms of large dramas that might be suddenly thrust upon us.
SS: Could you trim those bushes in front. They're getting all jungly. (JUNGLE SOUNDS)
TR: The lion crawled into the bushes there, sir. Step back and I'll go in and take care of him.
GK: Give me the rifle, Tibbetts.
TR: But you---- you're an English major, sir --- you know nothing about lion hunting.
GK: Only one way to find out, I say. And that's to---- (LION ROAR) (THREE GUNSHOTS)
TR: You got him. Congratulations, sir.
GK: Thanks.
CD: What's wrong with you?
GK: Nothing.
CD: How come you're so quiet tonight?
GK: Thinking.
CD: About what?
GK: Stuff.
CD: What stuff?
GK: Different stuff.
CD: I'm thinking I might take the day off and get my hair cut short. Get a different eyeliner. What do you think?
GK: Fine.
CD: You think I should get it cut short?
GK: Sure.
CD: Or should I leave it the way it is?
GK: Great.
CD: Of course, if I keep it long, I can always pull it up into a pony tail . What do you think?
GK: Uh huh.
CD: Are you listening to me?
GK: Of course.
(SONAR PINGS) (SUBMARINE AMBIENCE)
TR: What do you hear, Captain?
GK: It's that Japanese destroyer. (PROPELLER OF SHIP GOING OVERHEAD, FROM SUBMARINE PERSPECTIVE) Right straight overhead.
TR: And us just sitting down here, waiting for the depth charges.
GK: Hopefully they'll think we're at four hundred feet, instead of one hundred, and the depth charges will go off deeper and then we'll surface and blow him out of the water.
TR: Or maybe not. Maybe we'll all be dead in a few seconds.
GK: That's the alternative, yes, of course.
TR: I don't know as I can stand it. The pressure. I feel like maybe I'm going to go to pieces, Captain.
GK: I doubt you will, Lieutenant. Not after all we went through to get this far. (TR SOBBING) I think you're going to be just fine. There. Hear it? The depth charges just went past us. He miscalculated. (DEPTH CHARGES, BELOW, MUFFLED, DISTANT) (TABLWARE SHAKING, CLATTERING) There they are. Let's take her up, Lieutenant.
TR: Aye aye sir! Take her up! (VOICE ON SQUAWK BOX. KLAXON)
GK: Prepare torpedoes. Bow tubes one and two.
TR: Prepare torpedoes! Bow tubes one and two!
(VOICE ON SQUAWK). Bow tubes one and two ready to fire, sir! (SUBMARINE AMBIENCE OUT)
GK: Periscope up!
SS: What did you say?
GK: About what?
SS: A periscope.
GK: Pear soap. You care for some? I was going to the drugstore. A pair of stockings? Shampoo?
SS: Pear soap? I don't know what goes through your mind sometimes.
GK: Grandeur!!! (JETS PASSING LOW) Bravery!! (WHINNY, HORSE HOOVES) A sense of the beauty and tragedy of life--- (BIG PIANO CHORDS)
CD (WEEPY): O my darling. My darling, my darling, my darling---
GK: Kiss me----
CD: Oh, my love!! (WEEPS)
GK: No tears. Please.
CD: (WHISPERS) You are so brave.
GK: Light my cigarette for me, my hands are tied behind my back. And lift the blindfold a little so I can see it. Hand steady there. One last cigarette. (MATCH STRIKE. HE INHALES, EXHALES) Beautiful. (HE TAKES A DEEP BREATH) Look. In the east. Did you ever see such a beautiful dawn in your life?
CD: (WHISPERS) The dawn of a day you'll never see, my love.
GK: Doesn't matter. The memory of you will make me happy for an eternity.
CD: I could ask my father not to shoot you----
GK: No, no. Everyone has a day to die. Today is mine.
CD: But he said he wouldn't shoot you if you agreed to marry me.
GK: (PAUSES TO CONSIDER THIS) Oh. Right.
CD: If you say yes, he'll send the rifle squad away. And you and I can get married. Just as soon as I do something about my hair. I've been thinking about getting it cut short. What do you think? And a new eyeliner. Do you like blue-green? Or does it make me look funny?
GK: Don't take my blindfold off, darling.
CD: No?
GK: No. Kiss me. Then walk away. No tears.---- Don't look back. Goodbye. (MUSIC)
GK: The Difference Between Men & Women.
TR: Grandeur!!! (SHIP'S HORN)
FN: Grandeur!!! (BUGLE)
GK: A continual need for grandeur. ((HORSES WHINNY, HOOVES, WHOOPS AND GIDDYUPS)
(MUSIC UP BIG)