War Nurse

Matron:
You've done such magnificent work. And that's what makes it so difficult to send you away. But I must.

Babs:
Well, this is an idea. I think I'd make a swell nurse.

Rosalie:
Behave...

Babs:
Just think of the thrill. Holding hands all night with good-looking sick officers.

Rosalie:
And can you imagine moonlights nights at no-man's land. Oh, boy.

Babs:
Yeah, with a general on each arm.

Rosalie:
You know, with that it would have it on Paris. They've commandeered our cars and left nothing but 80-year old men on the boulevards.

Babs:
You, said it! With five million men up there, that's our place, darling.

Rosalie:
Hooray.

Babs:
Thanks. You're sure its alright?

Wally:
Looks perfect to me.

Babs:
I'd never forgive myself if I was out of commission for tonight.

Wally:
Oh, that's alright. I don't care about dancing anyway.

Babs:
Dancing? I'm on night duty, tonight.

Wally:
Yeah, that's what I mean.

Babs:
And if I wasn't, I'd be sleeping.

Wally:
Gee, its wonderful the way you get all of my ideas.

Cushie:
Funny the way the men have changed. They used to talk about what they'd do when the war was over and things like that.

Rosalie:
Yeah, now all they talk about is women.

Babs:
Yes, women. It seems to be the only thing the men are interested in. Why even the youngsters are so afraid they'll die before they've ever lived.

Joy:
Well, it makes me awfully nervous the way they always want to look at you and touch you. Why, even the doctors are getting so...

Cushie:
Well, even the doctors are human, I suppose.

Babs:
Are you going to get married?

Joy:
Well, he hasn't said anything about that, yet; but, I know he will. Maybe on his next leave. Oh, it will be so wonderful. Don't you want to get married?

Babs:
I should say not. I've had enough war.

Joy:
You know girls, I was always told it would be disgraceful to see a man undress.

Babs:
Well, I've watched so many naked men lately that I'm ready to go live with the eskimos. They only undress once a year!