Windy Quotes in Mighty Joe Young (1949)

Windy: Who do you think's gonna get the worst of this - Maxie, or Africa?

Max O'Hara: Come on, Windy, I got a million things to do.

Windy: You got time for this.

[turns on movie projector. Jill and Gregg come into the scene]

Max O'Hara: Hey, it's the kids!

Windy: Crawford told me to spring it on you. He shot it when he was down there.

Max O'Hara: [calling to the screen] Hey, Jill.

Jill Young: [silently] Hello Max.

Max O'Hara: Hey, they said "Hello, Max".

Max O'Hara: [Joe walks into the scene. O'Hara steps back] *Yipe*.

Max O'Hara: We're goin' to Africa- we're gonna lassoo lions.

Windy: But Maxie, you can buy all the lions you want in California!

Windy: [Dramatically] But don't you understand? I'm going to be in terrible danger - in darkest Africa!

Waggoner: What're you aiming to do?

Hopalong Cassidy: Shoot the next man that opens his mouth.

Waggoner: Why, if you think- -

[Hopalong shoots Waggoner in the arm]

Windy: Maybe somebody else would like to say something.

Windy: A man's hands never seem to get clean, even if he don't touch nothing. They just stay dirty. Sort of a special kind of dirt. G.I. dirt. I bet one of those criminologists could take a sample out of a guy's fingernail, put it under a microscope, and say, "That's G.I. dirt." The dirt's always the same color, no matter what country you're fighting in.

Windy: Hey, Tinker? How do you spell "Mare Nostrum?"

Tinker: What's that?

Windy: The Mediterranean. It's what the Eye-ties call it. It means "our sea."

Tinker: Why?

Windy: I'm writing to my sister.

Tinker: Whattya mean, you're writing to your sister? You're packed on a landing barge, bouncing on your Mare Nostrum, and waiting to hit the beach like the rest of us slobs.

Windy: [looking at Sergeant Porter, sobbing face down on the ground] Keep crying, Porter. You're crying because you're wounded. You don't have to be bleeding to be wounded; you just had one battle too many. Yeah, you're out of it now. No more guesswork, waiting and wondering, for you. You've built yourself a foxhole

[taps his own helmet]

Windy: up there. Nothing in the world that can make you come out of it. Go ahead, Porter; keep crying - we understand.

[Windy composes a letter while his landing craft is heading for the beachhead at Salerno under heavy fire]

Windy: Dear Frances, I am writing you this letter relaxing on the deck of a luxury liner. On shore the natives have evidently just spotted us and are getting up a reception - fireworks, music and that sort of stuff. Ha. The musicians in our own band have also struck up a little tune. Ha ha.

[last lines]

[after a desperate battle with many casualties Windy's platoon captures their objective]

Windy: Dear Frances, we just blew a bridge and took a farmhouse. It was so easy... so terribly easy.

Sgt. Ward: Apples.

Windy: What'd you say, Sergeant?

Sgt. Ward: [surprised] Guess I said 'apples.'

Windy: Why?

Sgt. Ward: Just thinkin' of 'em.

Windy: Oh.

Riddle: What kind of apples, sergeant?

Sgt. Ward: All kinds. Baldwnis, McIntosh, Reds, Pippins, Russets... I was thinkin' I'd like to be cuttin' one open, right now. And lickin' that juice off the knife.

Riddle: Cut it out, willya, Sarge?

[grinning]

Riddle: Now ya got me thinking about something juicy.

Windy: Wimmin' ! They're all piez-on!