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That don't look nothin'like the|skipper looked. Not for my money, it don't.
Sure, Canarsie. You got him looking like|one of them joes on a war bond poster.
- The skipper was a man.|- So he was a man. What's this, a dame?
That's not what Kinsella means,|Canarsie.
He means the skipper's jaw|was like a... like a hunk of granite.
- And his eyes were blue.|- Here, you make blue eyes with black ink.
Simmer down, Rembrandt.
Look, fellas. Don't get me wrong.
You look like my uncle,|and I hate my uncle.
Ha, ha, ha!
Come on, Pappy. It's your deal.
- Let's go, you guys. On your feet.|- On the double!
My, my! How you talk.
These lads just got no manners.
Okay, fellas. Let 'em do their job.
- Hey, me and Joe were only kidding.|- We were just ribbing.
We don't think it's funny.
We figure we didn't ask to be aboard|this bucket, and if you guys...
What's the verdict, fellas?
You can't blame us.
been waitin' on you hand and foot,|like you was V.I.P. s or somethin'.
- We are.|- Tell him the facts of life, Jake.
There are only a thousand of us guys|spread out over the Pacific.
- Fearless.|- Red-blooded.
- Death-defying.|- He-men.
Otherwise, some of you|won't be around for the next mess call.
Now shove off and swab the deck|somewhere else.
Come on, Pappy. Give us a chance|to get some of our plasma back.
There's more than one way to wet down a deck!
Holy smokes!|Of all the dirty tricks!
Come on. Give me a hand.
Some of Mr. Lawrence's boys|tangled with some of ours.
- Serious?|- Not very.
And a lot of injured pride, no doubt.
Get all the facts, Bill. Line up all the men|involved on the fantail, and I'll hold mast.
- Whistle when you're ready.|- Aye, aye, sir.
Matter of fact, most of these same boys|were with him then.
- Why?|- It's your ship.
Okay, I'll tell you what I'll do.
- I'll hold mast on my boys, and you do the same on yours.|- I'd like that. Thanks.
And you can be certain my men|will give you no more trouble.
We didn't care about|getting a free bath, sir...
but look what they did|to our skipper Mr. Cassidy.
Yeah, Canarsie's|been working on it for weeks, sir.(0.00 / 0 votes)
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