An egotistical saxophone player and a young singer meet on V-J Day and embark upon a strained and rocky romance, even as their careers begin a long uphill climb.
Jessie:"[the gang is holding Sprog; pleading] Please. Give me my baby."
Toecutter:"[feigning concern] Jessie, Jessie, Jessie. You've not got a sense of humor. [whispering] You've got a pretty face, though. Awful pretty. Awful pretty. [brightly] I suppose you don't need a sense of humor with a pretty face. The only trouble is though, Missy, if you should... [wiping his face roughly with his hand, then whispering] ... lose the face..."
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