Susan Abbott: From the heart of a lonely poet, came a song for the girl he adored. 'Tho she tried very hard not to show it, she was terribly, terribly bored.

[at Donald's school]
Donald Martin: [to Joe] Tell us how you got your medal.
Joseph Brady: Alright, I'll tell you how I got my medal. Now close your eyes... and try to think of the most beautiful place you've ever with greenest grass and the singingest birds and the shiningest sun.
[Cut to Donald's thoughts]
Joseph Brady: Can you see it?
Kids: Yeah!
Joseph Brady: Good! Now imagine me walking along, happy as a lark. Can you see me?
Kids: Yeah!
Joseph Brady: Good! Of course, back then in the navy we wore white suits with blue stripes and little white hat with a little red ball on top. Oh, I was so happy I ran and leaped and played, just for the fun of it! My, it felt good! Oh, it was such a wonderful, wonderful day! When all of a sudden I stepped into a big hole and fell, right to the bottom of it! I seemed to be in a long tunnel. 'Way ahead I could see light, so I started towards. At the end I found myself in a strange land! It looked... well, it looked just like page out of story books. And everything was hushed and still, like your room at night after you've gone to sleep.

[last lines]
Chorus: [singing] Anchors Aweigh, my boys, Anchors Aweigh.
Chorus, Donald Martin: [singing] Farewell to college joys, we sail at break of day.
Chorus: [singing] Through our last night on shore, drink to the foam. / Until we meet once more, here's wishing you a happy voyage home. / Anchors Aweigh.