[Stu] spoken:
November 17th
Sitting in the Quonset hut before lights out
My squad is doing chores now
They hate me

[Czechowski]:
Polishin' shoes
Polishin’ shoes
Goddamn army says it's important

[Stu] spoken:
Charles Czechowski is a guy from Brooklyn
Nice to everyone... else

[Czechowski]:
I miss the girl who'd shine my shoes

[Stu] spoken:
There’s a Jewish fella
Never met one of those before
Looks normal enough
Name's Cowen

[Cowen]:
I've got plans, to kill some Nazis
I've learned some German
"Du bist dead now"
[Stu] spoken:
Hasn't said a word to me
No one does, well one guy

[?}:
Hey, ya pansy
Wanna polish this?

[Stu] spoken:
Just sit quiet, look normal
He won't attack you in front of every one
I hate him

[?] spoken:
Clumsy idiot

[Stu] spoken:
Ok, uh there's a tall guy from Boston who's already best friends with the short guy from Italy
So close, so quick. Like they got assigned

[Professor]
Polishin’ shoes, polishin’ shoes!

[Rotelli]:
Sempre [?]
Sempre cosi
[Professor]:
He thinks Japs don't care about scuff marks

[Stu] spoken:
Both eat candy all the time, and both sound like they’re speaking foreign languages

[Professor]:
Know how you say, it's caramel corn

[Rotelli]:
Caramel corn

[Professor]:
No, no. Caramel corn

[Rotelli}:
I got to say it perfect American, ok buddy?

[Professor] spoken:
Hey Mitch, Sarge says you're the best G.I Joe here

[Mitch] spoken:
What's it to ’ya

[Professor] spoken:
Your 12 is supposed to fit into slot 13, but it only makes sense if piece A is next to piece 11
[Mitch] spoken:
Well I'd show you my rifle, but then I'd have to marry you
Everybody ready for inspection tomorrow?

[Various Charlie Company]
Makin' the bed!
Scrubbing the [?]
Ironing shorts!

[All]:
All the chicken shit don't send dues
Like polishing shoes

[Stu] spoken:
Then there's everybody's pal, Mitch Adams
Wants all the fellas to like him, somehow they do
Swear he's looking at me sometimes, I don't know why
I wish he'd leave me alone

[Mitch] spoken:
Hey there, need some help?

[Stu] spoken:
No, I'm-I'm fine. Nothing is the matter. Don't worry about me

[Mitch] spoken:
Well, while you're scribbling you're ignoring the fact that your shoes are a damned disaster, pardon my French
And you're supposed to be polishing in your shorts!
You're getting speckle all over your trousers

[Stu] spoken:
Oh crap! Sarge said he'd make all of Charlie Company do latrines if I messed up again!

[?] spoken:
Take your trousers off!

[?} spoken:
Ah, he's scared he'll get a woody!

[?] spoken:
Yeah!

[Professor] spoken:
He reminds me of a [?} I knew growin' up who was a little, ah, light in the loafers

[Tennessee] spoken:
Ah! Light loafers! That could be his nickname

[Mitch]:
Hey! We're gonna be nice to the kid
He just needs to relax
And focus
Polishin' shoes
'Fraid the Army says it's important
Pretend it's a dame or your sweetheart, kid
Don't rush her
A shoe may not seem precious
But it is
You gotta let a gal know how you feel, kid
Stroke her, rub her, caress her
Pay attention to the tongue
And the bottoms of the heels
Bet she likes the way that feels
Gently, sweetly, eh looks good
Bet you already knew what to do
She's a lucky shoe

[Tennessee] spoken:
Hey Mitch, why you helpin' Light Loafers?

[Rotelli] spoken:
Ey a Mitch, look at a my shoe?

[Stu]:
Polishin' shoes
You polished my shoes
Why are you looking out for me
Making me blush
Why are you the only one who isn't mean
Why do I feel sad, and excited, and everything in between
I think that you
I think that you might be...
The most beautiful man I've ever seen