Out to Sea Page #7

give me the Reader's Digest version.

Okay.

- I live in New York.

- Yeah.

- I was a book editor at Doubleday.

- Ooh.

- Mother of two.

- Mm-hmm.

Recent widow of one.

And I was... I was shanghaied here

by... by newlyweds.

- Oh.

- Mmm.

- The bride is my daughter.

- Oh, well, I'm sure that she meant well.

- I'm sure.

- Are you having any fun?

- I don't know yet.

- Well, whad'ya know.

Thank you.

Thank you.

That was, uh, fun.

- Yeah.

- Doctor...

- Oh, uh, Sullivan. Call me Herb.

- Vivian.

I could use a little fresh air.

- Join me?

- Ye... Oh.

- Well, I'd love to.

- I promise I won't bite.

You know something? I'm gonna go along

with you in case you change your mind.

Are you getting

enough zeroes in there?

- Eighteen thousand.

- Thank you.

Enjoying the company

of a stunning lady...

is all I wish to take away

from this table, sir.

Mere confetti.

Confetti, sir.

- Excuse me.

- Very, very nice.

I once heard that if a whale

loses its mate...

it never takes another.

Do you suppose that could really happen?

I haven't spoken

to a lot of whales lately, but...

hell, if it was perfect

the first time, then...

My feelings...

My feelings exactly.

Ooh.

Better not fall

on our heads.

What, this? Oh, no, that's

50-gauge cable.

Hell, that could hold a couple

of elephants playing patty-cake.

Either you know your elephants

or you know your cable.

I was a swabbie.

Pacific area.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- Did you ever have to get in one of those?

- No, ma'am.

Thank God.

Matowski did though.

- Who?

- Ensign Myron Matowski.

He was nuts about this Filipino girl,

and her parents objected...

so one night they put her in a boat

to send her to another island.

Matowski hijacks one of these lifeboats,

gets in there...

whoosh... out he goes,

sends up a flare.

He damn near started

a naval battle.

- Did she see the flare?

- Are you kidding?

The last I heard, they were workin' on

their sixth grandchild...

and she had her own brand of applesauce.

So... So tell me...

how does a swabbie

become a doctor?

A what?

Yeah.

L- I wanted to explain

that to you.

- You don't have to explain.

- Yes... No, I wanted to... explain it.

- That's...

- Well, would you like to walk me to my cabin?

Yeah, I would,

but I-I-I ca-ca-can't.

I can take a hint.

No. What hint?

I promised a couple of chest butchers

that I'd have a brandy with them.

Right.

Chest butchers?

What the hell kind

of a moron are you?

Now, why would you go

and do something like that?

- To impress you.

- Oh!

Oh. Well, keep it up.

It just might work.

Mr. Gordon.!

What you do, like samurai.

Great style.

You have

most terrible accent.

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