well, this *is* an orphanage.
the best? wow! the best at *what*?
it's okay--i don't mind.
we brought some chocolates for the kids.
wally. wally worthington.
so, now, uh.  you're not.  i mean, do *you* do the--
ah, well.  okay. good! i just wondered.
i think it was the ether--the smell got to me. god. this is all my fault.
a b-24 liberator.
have you enlisted?
really! is it serious?
oh, well. i don't imagine there's any strain or stress around *here*!
how is she doing?
it's all over, honey.
actually, someone did. i just didn't think i could eat anything.
sure! be glad to! uh.  a ride where?
we're heading back to cape kenneth.
i don't want you to walk--i want to carry you. should i put the top up? it might get cold.
actually, the army has given me leave twice. first when my father died, and now i'm on leave to help my mother-- i'm just trying to get her ready for the harvest. she's no farmer. apples were my dad's business. and with the war on, she's short on pickers.
i never said they were boring.
well, they aren't.
you're a little overqualified, aren't you?
the only jobs are picking jobs. picking apples is truly boring.
well, *picking* them is! it's about as exciting as.  walking!
you've never seen the *ocean*?
that's not funny.  that's *serious*.
honey, honey.  of course i'll come back.
i don't *have* any time. there's a *war*!
you ought to cut that shit out--it's terrible for you.
catch!
give it here!
what was *that*?! come over here!
it's called the burma run. it's about a seven-hour round-trip flight between india and china.
*and* over the himalayas. that's called flying over the hump.
i've got thirty-five minutes to climb to fifteen thousand feet--that's the first mountain pass.
actually, i volunteered.
i love the bombing, too. but there's also the himalayas--they have the most wicked air currents in the world. i wouldn't miss flying there for anything.
uh, look.  if you're serious about wanting a job, picking apples isn't that boring.
i love you, too. see you tomorrow.
come on. you have to meet my mom. if it comes up, i've been at a wedding. that's where i met you, at the wedding.
this is homer wells--he's the most overqualified apple picker you'll ever meet, but he's dying to learn the apple business.
homer is everybody's friend, mom.  the bride's, the groom's, mine, candy's, *everybody's*.
not tonight, mom--he's got to meet *mr. rose*!
they're migrants.
yes. they pick fruit, all kinds. they travel up and down the coast with the seasons. the trick to mr. rose is, you have to let him be the boss.
rose, this is homer--homer, this is mr. rose's daughter, rose.
no, no--homer is a new *picker*. he's going to stay here with you.
homer's got no experience, arthur, but he's smarter then i am. he's a fast learner.
see you later.
remember this! in the morning, when the tall grass is wet, you can make the jeep slide on the grass. can you feel it?
it's almost like flying.
the trees are flak--antiaircraft fire from those geeks on the ground.
i was just showing homer the orchards.  kind of a geography lesson.
he *loved* it! didn't you?
*homer* liked it! didn't you?
you getting along okay?
you girls make it hard for a guy to go off to war. but i'll leave my best man here to pinch-hit for me.
uh.  i'm shipping out sooner than i thought. i just wanted to be sure you were settled in--and happy enough, considering.  are you bored stiff? or can you stick it out for a bit?
you're the one who's helping *me*, homer. you're going to give my mom a little peace of mind while i'm gone. candy, too.
i don't think so, homer. *i'm* the lucky one.
you want to fight about it?