Voilà la transcription des paroles par Jesco. L'histoire est encore pire comme ça ! >.< C'est horriiiiiiiiible !
Michael: Ready?
Beth: Ready.
Both: Suprise!
Michael: Don’t!....startle him.
Michael: (...) get up and on your feet! (?)
Danny: What’s up? (?)
Danny: My best girl and my best friend.
Beth: Oh, you smell good.
Michael: He smells like six hundred men in one place. Why that would appeal to you I don’t know.
Beth: It’s been a long time since I smelled one man, let alone six hundred.
Danny: You too no sudden slow down in here.
Michael: I wish (...) with the bum (?) leg I can’t keep up.
Danny: I heard. I was worried.
Michael: That’s not to worry about. Luckily, I’m very good at bed rest.
Danny: Me too.
Beth: He had every woman in town checking up that leg of his to the point that that was all they got to see.
Michael: Yes, I regret that I only have three legs to lose for my country.
Beth: Oh.
Michael: Why, it’s too loot for the lady?
Beth: Too lame for the lady.
Michael: Oh.
Beth: You must be worn out after that journey. Is it true they...they pack you in like sardines on those boats?
Danny: Yeah. But nobody cares, you know. We’re going home, so nobody wants to wait. It’s funny, though.
Michael: What?
Danny: Ah, I’m talking to one of the guys in the crew. He tells me that more guys get sick going home than ever did going over there. And it’s not just sea sickness, it’s nerves. They’re more nervous about going back home than they are about going in the combat.
Michael: Hm.
Beth: Were you? Nervous about coming home?
Danny: No, I just got sea sick.
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Danny: Celebration of us finally being together again. Did you bring something to drink?
Michael: Ah...no, sorry.
Beth: We were meant to pick something up on the (...) On our way through, but...
Michael: But we took the concession road straight down instead of (...) Look, there’s got to be some place to run here.
Beth: Ah, I give you some money, Michael.
Michael: Ah...well, maybe I better not go. You know my sense of direction.
Beth: Who needs a sense of direction? Everything here is layed out on a grit.
Michael: Yeah, but that makes it more tricky. There’s no chance the road will...ah...curve back the way you really wanna go.
Beth: Fine. I can go. Only the chaperon. What with all you service men around these days. What d’you think, Danny? You fight them off for me?
Michael: I could go, if I had a navigator.
Danny: It’s alcohol, Michael. Just...follow your nose.
Michael: Never liked to be (...) nose.
Danny: You get used to it.
Micheal: So I hear. Allright then. Won’t be long.
Beth: I can’t breathe.
Danny: Some things don’t change.
Beth: Only the things that should.
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Danny: You got dirt under your finger nails.
Beth: Yeah, I visited your mother this morning. She had me digging up (...)
Danny: You will make a fine farmer’s wife after all.
Beth: Will I?
Danny: What d’you mean?
Beth: Well, just with everything you’ve been through maybe things have changed.
Danny: No, nothing has changed. I wanna Marry you. I wanna marry you as soon as possible. What’s the matter? Have things changed for you?
Beth: No.
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Michael(?): Women.
Danny: You believe she still have me?
Michael: ahahahahah. Let me be the first to kiss the bride.
Beth: Ah, plenty of time for that, when I am in the white dress.
Danny: Uh, Mike.
Michael: Sorry, Danny. I guess you can say (...) carefull. You know how tounges can wag in a small town. I’m just excited about the big occasion, you know. Marriage is a big step. Not so many seem to end up happy. I hear that the key to a good marriage is honesty.
Beth: Why, if you are such a great believer in honesty, then why don’t you start with it?
Micheal: But I’m not the one getting married, am I?
Beth: No, you’re not.
Danny: But you’re next.
Michael: No, I’m not.
Beth: Allright, it’s time for bed.
Danny: We only have two rooms.
Beth: Oh.
Michael: You’re not gonna compromise Beth’s (...) reputation, are you Danny?
Beth: How would anybody find out? Don’t tell me you can’t keep a secret?
Michael: Danny, you waited this long.
Danny: Michaels’s right. I have waited this long. I can wait a little longer. I just...I wanna do this up right. Besides, Micheal and I have some catching up to do.
Beth: Hm.
Michael: Yes, we do.
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Danny: So, what’s it like, coming home?
Michael: Hm, coming home. We get (...) like hero and we needn’t pay for anything for weeks.
Danny: That sounds great.
Michael: Yeah, ‘s great. Just as long as you don’t burst into tears in barber shop. Or back down from a fight in a bar. Hey, as long as you marry someone’s daughter.
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Michael: Best man. Allright.
Danny: I knew you would.
Michael: Just you want me your partner in bridge. (?)
Danny: No my opponent. Your partner is always your wife.
Michael: Right.
Danny: Come on, it’ll be fine. It’ll be great.
Michael: We can bluff each other for a change.
Danny: I just don’t understand though, why you brought her along. It would have been so much easier for us. Just the two of us, you know.
Michael: I didn’t bring her along.
Danny: What do you mean? You get my telegram?
Micheal: Not since last Christmas.
Danny: I sent it a week ago. It should have been here in two days. How did you know to come?
Michael: Beth told me. She told me to come. She just started to work in the telegraph office.
Policeman: Open up in there!
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Danny(?): Oh, you had to share. You know, you have no right to come barging in here...
Michael(?): I don’t need a blanket. (?)
Policeman: Tell me how to do my job.
Beth: That one won’t run. He’s a lame duck. He’s who you have to watch out for. Very fast.
Danny: Beth...
Beth: Goodness. Getting arrested for buggery won’t help your reputation very much, will it? You know how toungues wag in a small town.
Michael: You know what you done?
Policeman: (...) down! (?)
Beth: It’s too late to settle down. The truth is, I hadn’t made up my mind, when I first saw the telegram. I thought, there must be a mistake. When I arrived, you still had a chance.
Danny: So did you.
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