The Best Years of Our Lives1946

Foreman:
Hey you, what are you doing in that airplane?

Fred:
I used to work in one of those.

Foreman:
Reviving old memories, huh?

Fred:
Yeah, or maybe getting some of 'em out of my system.

Foreman:
Well, you can take your last look at these crates. We're breakin' them up.

Fred:
Yeah, I know. You're the junkman. You get everything sooner or later.

Foreman:
This is no junk. We're using this material for building pre-fabricated houses.

Fred:
You don't need any help, do ya?

Foreman:
Out of a job?

Fred:
That's it.

Foreman:
I see. One of the fallen angels of the Air Force. Well, pardon me if I show no sympathy. While you glamour boys were up in the wild blue yonder, I was down in a tank.

Fred:
Listen, chum. Sometime I'd be glad to hear the story of your war experiences. What I asked you for is a job? You got one?

Foreman:
Do you know anything about building?

Fred:
No, but there's one thing I do know. I know how to learn, same as I learned that job up there.