George M. Cohan: It seems it always happens. Whenever we get too high-hat and too sophisticated for flag-waving, some thug nation decides we`re a push-over all ready to be blackjacked. And it isn`t long before we`re looking up, mighty anxiously, to be sure the flag`s still waving over us.
(a group of soldiers in marching off to fight in World War II, singing Cohan`s World War I song, "Over There") Sergeant on parade: What`s the matter, old timer? Don`t you remember this song? George M. Cohan: Seems to me I do. Sergeant on parade: Well, I don`t hear anything. (Cohan starts singing along, with tears coming into his eyes)
(first lines) Critic #1: I call it a hit. What`ll your review say? Critic #2: I like it too, so I guess I`ll pan it.
George M. Cohan: Thanks, Sam. It`ll be great as long as those critics don`t start to eat off my leg. Sam Harris: Oh, don`t worry about the critics! You got a smash hit! It`s in the air, kid! It`s in the air! You can`t stop anything that`s in the air!
(George M. Cohan comes into apartment and smells something cooking) George M. Cohan: Mmmmm... ham or bacon? Mary: Bacon. George M. Cohan: Good. Ham makes me self-conscious.
George M. Cohan: My mother thanks you, my father thanks you, my sister thanks you, and I thank you.
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