:23:00
- We're waiting for you.
- Dinner, Miss Frost.
:23:04
- Did you call me?
- It's a quarter of eight.
:23:06
We're going to the officers' mess for dinner.
:23:09
I was sort of planning on a quiet evening.
:23:12
Don't you feel well, Miss Frost?
:23:13
I feel fine.
I have a kind of a headache, that's all.
:23:17
Would you make
my excuses to the colonel?
:23:19
- Sure will.
- Shall we bring you a sandwich maybe?
:23:22
Cheese? Chicken? Ham?
:23:24
Anything. Thank you very much.
Good evening, gentlemen.
:23:28
Maybe we shouldn't leave her alone.
:23:30
Maybe we should take her temperature.
Quite a lot of typhoid fever in Berlin.
:23:37
Oh, good evening. I came to see Miss Frost.
:23:41
Go on in. We're going out.
:23:44
One might suspect
Cupid had a hand in this.
:23:47
If we didn't know Miss Frost.
You can't shoot an arrow through steel.
:23:52
Phoebe... Phoebe!
:24:03
Coming, John.
:24:31
Well!
:24:35
- Do I look all right?
- Where did you get it?
:24:38
- At the Brandenburg Gate.
- The black market? You didn't.
:24:42
Well, I did. All I wanted was a lipstick
and something for my eyebrows
:24:46
but a woman had this over
the handlebars of her bicycle
:24:49
and I gave her my typewriter for it.
:24:51
The shoes were six extra typewriter ribbons.
:24:54
- Phoebe, for the love of Mike.
- Don't scold me.
:24:56
I know I shouldn't have but I simply had to.
:24:59
This is our last evening and I wanted
to look so pretty and I look just awful.