:11:00
Girl clothes!
:11:02
Get back! Don't touch that!
:11:08
Why didn't you tell me
before I lost my temper?
:11:12
so you do like dresses.
:11:15
It's not the dress. It's the way you see me.
:11:35
Know what this place reminds me of?
:11:37
I'll bet you a beer you're going to tell me.
:11:41
You lose.
:11:47
Love! It ain't what it used to be.
:11:50
There have only ever been two kinds:
:11:53
Flash fires, which are all flame,
burn themselves out and leave nothing.
:11:58
Then there is the long burning.
That is nature's burn.
:12:02
Even when you think it's out...
:12:05
...the forest floor is warm to the touch.
:12:07
That's what you and Dorinda have got.
:12:11
You're a poet, Al.
:12:13
You're a really bad poet, but you're a poet.
:12:28
To hell with it.
This place reminds me of World War II.
:12:32
This is deep.
:12:33
I wasn't in it, but think about it.
The beer is warm, the hall is a Quonset...
:12:38
...there are B-26s outside, hotshot pilots
inside. Airstrip in the woods.
:12:43
It's England! Everything but Glenn Miller.
:12:46
Except we bomb places
that are already burning.
:12:53
There ain't no war here.
:12:55
Where is she?
:12:56
That's why they don't make movies called,
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