The Best Years of Our Lives1946

Peggy:
What d'ya do before the war, Fred?

Fred:
I was a fountain attendant...soda jerk...Surprised?

Peggy:
Yes, a little. I betcha you mixed up a fine ice cream soda.

Fred:
You're darn right. I was an expert behind that fountain. I used to toss a scoop of ice cream in the air, adjust for wind drift, velocity, altitude. Then wham, in the cone every time. I figured that's where I really learned to drop bombs.

Peggy:
What do you think you'll do now?

Fred:
I'm not going back to that drugstore. Somehow or other, I can't figure myself getting excited about a root beer float. I don't know just what I will do. I'm gonna take plenty of time looking around.

Peggy:
I guess after all the places you've been, Boone City looks pretty dreary to you.

Fred:
Not from where I'm sitting right now. That's not just a line. I really meant it.