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- Why don't you knock it off?

- Easy.

Shove off, Floyd.

I still say you don't sit your tail

on the bottom

as long as we did

after that convoy passed.

I say if we left, Ford would still be living.

So the skipper played it safe.

What are you worrying about?

You got back.

I might be Ford some day.

You all might.

Go ahead, drink your drink. Forget it.

- Maybe you can. I can't.

- Me, neither.

And I got news for you, Chief,

a lot of the other guys feel the same way.

You know, argue, argue.

That's all you guys do is argue.

- You all blame it on the skipper?

- Who else?

You don't think laying there

breathing in all that stinking air

did Ford any good, do you?

Right, Ash?

Maybe. I don't know.

You mean, not bringing him up

topside sooner wouldn't have helped?

Might have.

Well, putting him on a plane

and getting him back to Pearl

wouldn't have helped save his life?

Look, how do I know?

I'm only a pharmacist mate,

not God.

Oh, come on, Billy.

Let's have some fun here.

Come on, drink it up.

That Malone sure swings a mean rudder.

Long distance.

Long distance,

I want to place a person-to-person call

to Miss Sally Johnson

in San Diego, California, please.

I'm sorry, sir.

Unless you have a military priority,

there are no long distance calls

going through to the States

- for the next 24 hours.

- 24 hours?

- Operator, there's a war on.

- Do tell.

There's nothing I can do about it.

Yeah, yeah.

Scotch, please.

- Encore!

- Encore!

- You promised to dance with me next.

- No, sweethearts.

No argument.

It shall be as I said, but not now.

Bartender, give me a beer

with a rum chaser.

Lieutenant, your money's

not any good in here tonight.

This is my welcome home party.

- Thanks, mister, but...

- Not Mr. But.

Malone. Pat Malone. Been an ensign

in the navy for fifteen years.

- Ken Braden. Welcome home, Ensign.

- Thank you.

Yes, welcome home. Be it ever so humble.

And I believe in sharing my blessings.

Lieutenant Braden, girls.

This is Mui-Mui, Moy-Moy

and Oi-Oi.

How are you doing?

Well, come on, girls.

Now run along and relax.

Oh, no, sweethearts,

there's enough of Malone for everybody.

Go on, now. Patience.

Patience, sweetheart.

Bye.

A man of ambition, Mr. Malone.

I'll predict you'll go far.

Already have been.

Fifty-seven days out

and most of it underwater.

Ambitious?

I've hardly got a conscience left.

To the remnants of your conscience,

Mr. Malone.

Our exec.

Oh, Mr. Carney, have we

got some nice fish and poi here tonight.

Better start learning to like

navy chow again.

Your attention, men!

Mr. Carney. Welcome aboard!

Come on and join the party.

Simmer down.

Drink up. All leaves and liberty canceled.

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