Top cast:Manuel,Georges Méliès
Director:Rudolf Biebrach&Franz Porten
Genre:Short
Region:United States
Year:1999
Storyline:Father: You can use your judgment.You can have anything you want.The work is easy.Alicia: I won't listen, Father.Father: This is not your country, is it?Alicia: My mother was born here.We had a right of citizenship.Father: Where is your judgment? In your feelings you are German.You've got to listen to me.You don't know what we stand for.Alicia: I know what you stand for - you and your murderous swine.I've hated you ever since I found out.Father: My daughter don't talk to me like that.Alicia: Stay on your side of the table.Father: Alicia, put your voice down.Alicia: I hate you all.And I love this country.Do you understand hat? I love it.I'll see you all hang before I raise a finger against it.Now go on and get out of here.So help me, I'll turn you in.Don't ever come near nor speak to me again about your rotten schemes.Sobered after listening to the conversation, Alicia still maintains that she wasn't a traitor: "I didn't turn him in.Then, Rey (with Luke's lightsaber flying into her grasp) and Ren (with his own lightsaber) cooperatively fought off Snoke's attacking red-uniformed guards.And I was the only mug who tried to prevent hem.I ought to have my head examined.Reggie: I wouldn't have minded seeing it.John: Feel free, anytime.I ended up with my coat torn, my shirt covered with blood.If you like that sort of thing, I'll introduce you o my cousin.She's a black belt.Seated next to them, Colin overheard them.He was asked about his dating success with "Little Miss Muffett." He answered about how he was stood up by his date who instead had dinner with her sister.Colin went outside, saw Carol sitting on a bench in front of the sidewalk crack, and reproached her:Are you playing hard to get?.Jim sticks out with his affluent clothing and belongings.The image of them walking behind their drill sergeant in street clothes dissolves into their full-uniformed march as infantrymen - hundreds of them - marching and singing optimistically as they proceed into France:You're in the army now,You're not behind a plow;You'll never get rich,You son-of-a-gun,You're in the army now!"And so the 'laughing American' boys, a song on heir lips, marched into France.