Nancy Allen: Donna Stratton

1941

Donna Stratton

Captain Loomis Birkhead: [after the failed B-17 tryst] Oh, Donna, you can't do this to me, you don't know what I've been through today!
Donna Stratton: [hair slightly astray under her hat, looking very annoyed] Loomis, my father was a drill sergeant in the Marine Corps.
[balls up her fist]
Donna Stratton: And he taught me how to defend myself. Now *leave* me *alone*.
Captain Loomis Birkhead: Donna, please...
[she hits him in the face, and he falls back onto the controls, releasing a bomb onto the ground]

Donna Stratton: You get me up in that plane, then we'll talk about forward thrust.

Donna Stratton: [Loomis is all over her, but briefly breaks away to steer the plane; exhausted] Is the target in sight yet, Loomis?
Captain Loomis Birkhead: Oh, it will be, j-just as soon as I make it through these...
[stares at her breasts]
Captain Loomis Birkhead: hills.
[starts kissing her again]

Captain Loomis Birkhead: Sir, you don't have any bombers here, do you, sir?
Colonel "Madman" Maddox: Bombers? Son, if I had bombers I'd be bombin' the hell out of them right now!
[Maddox and his men start laughing madly]
Donna Stratton: [looking around; whispers to herself] No planes?
Captain Loomis Birkhead: [to himself] Boy, am I in trouble now...
Colonel "Madman" Maddox: [signals for the laughing to stop] Hell, son, the only plane I've got around here is that old shit on a shingle trainer sittin' right over there.
[soldiers pull down tarp to reveal an older plane; Donna's face lights up at the sight of it, as Loomis looks over to her for approval]
Donna Stratton: [nodding and whispering her approval] It's fine, it's fine. Let's go!

Donna Stratton: [smiling mischievously, Donna takes off her hat and lets her hair down, staring at Loomis intently, who is transfixed on flying the plane] This thing handles pretty well, even if it's not a B-17. But...
[moves over to him, unbuckles his front belt]
Donna Stratton: Does it have much range, Loomis?
Captain Loomis Birkhead: [too tightly focused on flying the plane] Huh?
Donna Stratton: [caressing his face] I mean, do you think it'll stay up for a long time?
[starts sucking on his ear, feels up his chest]
Captain Loomis Birkhead: [still too tightly focused on flying the plane] Sure. Hell, we've used less than a quarter of a tank of gas already.
[his head jerks out the window for a moment]
Captain Loomis Birkhead: Look! We're already over the Riverside County Reservoir!
[she ignores him and starts kissing his cheek and caressing his chin]

Captain Loomis Birkhead: [Donna has his uniform open and is trying to tear off his T-shirt; he is *still* too focused on actually flying the plane] Donna - Donna would you lay off? I'm trying to steer!
Donna Stratton: [upset and frustrated] What's wrong, Loomis? You're not airborne yet!
Captain Loomis Birkhead: What are you talking about? Look out the window, of course we're airborne!
Donna Stratton: We are, but -
[looks down at his pants then straight in the eye]
Donna Stratton: but you're not.
[kisses him passionately]

General Joseph W. Stilwell: [annoyed] Where's Birkhead? He's supposed to have my lunch.
Donna Stratton: [whistling, dreamy] B-17. Mmm...
[heads for the B-17 with a dreamy smile on her face]
Captain Loomis Birkhead: No man has ever gotten to first base with her on the ground. But get her up in a plane, she'll bat your balls right out of the park.

Donna Stratton: General Stilwell, Colonel Grant suggests dispatching guard units to all the city reservoirs. Intelligence suspects that fifth columnists are going to pour poison into the water supply.
General Joseph W. Stilwell: And G-2 should pour knockout drops into the water supply. Maybe the people of the city would calm down and leave the war to the Army.

Donna Stratton: Sorry, Captain, I didn't realize you had a serious interests in strategic bombers.
Captain Loomis Birkhead: Donna, my interest is very strategic. How would you like me to show you the cockpit?

Captain Loomis Birkhead: On the stick.
Donna Stratton: Yes. Yes. Give it to me!
Captain Loomis Birkhead: Right. Now, we are rolling. We're rolling down that runway. Faster. And faster.
Donna Stratton: I don't feel any thrust?
Captain Loomis Birkhead: Don't worry! Don't worry! You will! You will.