Action in the North Atlantic Page #2

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- I got faith in God,

President Roosevelt

and the Brooklyn Dodgers.

In the order of their importance.

Boys, the only reason I'm here

is because this is one place

my wife cannot get at me.

I thought you settled that alimony beef

with your missus.

I did. But I got married again.

And you're running away

from the new one so quick?

Well, they chase me, so I gotta run.

Why, they think

they can cut alimony off me

like you'd carve blubber off a whale!

Hey, Boats, what happened to that dame

in San Diego, name of Rose?

Oh, she's still around.

She got married, I think.

- No, she's still on the loose.

- Hey, I know her.

You guys are talking

about a different dame.

The same one.

Said her folks come West

in a covered wagon.

Yeah, you take one look at her face,

and you'd know

why they had to keep it covered.

She looked like Frank Buck

brung her back alive.

Hell of a lady.

Can't you guys talk

about anything but women?

- What else is there to talk about?

- Well, I ain't no hero.

I just went to sea for a summer vacation.

That was 10 years ago.

How about some of that night lunch?

Why don't you give

that tapeworm of yours a rest?

Why should I? It don't give me none.

With that grub you serve on this ship,

it's no wonder we're hungry all the time.

I notice you shovel in plenty of it.

Yeah, but it don't agree with me. See?

Whitey, give me a ham on rye, will you?

The last ship I was on, we eat like the Ritz.

The last ship?

Every day I hear the same beef.

You're always bragging

about the last ship.

And when you sail again,

this'll be the last ship,

and you'll be yapping about me

being the greatest cook that ever sailed.

And you'll be right, too.

Well, I think you're a pretty good...

My corns.

- Oh, you and your feet.

- Oh, I got very sensitive feet.

I found out in the last war.

My corns always hurt

when there's a sub around.

You know, my feet, they hurt all the time.

- But they don't tell me nothing.

- No kidding. My corns are burning me up.

Why don't you shut up about them corns?

- He gets messages in his toes.

- Why don't you bottle them corns?

Say, can't that machine play nothing else?

Stop beating your gums, brother. I like it.

I had a girl who used to sing that.

She had a baby face and a brain to match.

I taught it to her.

Oh, brother. If that was a dame,

you couldn't shut her up that easy.

- They got us!

- Those dirty...

Go aft! Get everybody on deck.

Pop, we've gotta get up on deck.

- Where are you going, Pop?

- My teeth. I gotta get my teeth.

You won't need teeth to chew saltwater.

Get above.

Sound general alarm. All hands on deck.

Aye, aye, sir.

Check the damage aft.

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