The Sand Pebbles Page #2
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1966
- 182 min
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I'm sorry
if I've embarrassed you.
No.
Good-bye.
I can't help feeling
a sort of sadness about his life.
It would be sad if
They don't.
They reduce life to a very simple point...
or no point at all.
As long as they obey orders,
the navy talks care of them.
It's a way of life
that appeals to a certain kind of man.
Go.
- I takee. I takee.
- I got it.
- I takee all gear, sailor man.
- Okay.
- Takee. Takee.
- Okay.
Okay. Okay.
- That guy sure likes to carry things.
- It's his rice bowl.
- You must be Holman.
- Yeah.
We was wondering
when you'd get here.
Shanghai slowed me up
a little bit.
Had a hell of time
trying to find you.
We only come down to civilization
every couple of years for overhaul.
Welcome aboard the Sand Pebble.
That's what we call her.
We're Sand Pebbles.
Frenchy Burgoyne.
Yeah. Hey, you got
an engineering officer?
No, just a skipper and the exec.
You'll be the senior engineer.
Yeah?
Wong will show you
your bunk.
I want to look
at the engine first.
All thing proper.
You makee look-see, master.
Any side proper.
All okay.
Hello, engine.
I'm Jake Holman.
Coffee, sailor man?
Ah, good boy, Wong.
Through with the butter?
Welcome aboard.
My name's Bronson.
- Hiya.
- What's your name, buddy?
- Holman.
- Stawski, machinist's mate.
- It's Farren, boatswain's mate second class.
- Howdy.
Redhead over there
is Shanahan, ship's writer.
Yeah, that's me.
Red Dog.
Red Dog "Bite 'em
In the Butt" Shanahan.
Cut it out!
Jennings,
pharmacist's mate.
Hey, Holman, when you meet those pigs
at the Red Cattle at Changsha...
the doc over there
is a man's best friend.
Right, Crosley?
Holman,
what was your last ship?
Flagship, Asiatic Fleet.
Harris, electrician,
foulest mouth in the navy.
Don't get me started.
What do you want for breakfast?
Tell Wong anything you want.
- Eggs.
- Sure. How many?
Half a dozen.
- You got 'em. Over easy or what?
- Yeah, over easy.
- Ham?
- Yeah.
- Okay, Wong.
- Okay.
The old Sand Pebble
ain't much to look at...
but she's sure as hell a home and a feeder.
She sure is, Frenchy.
Hey, Holman...
Clip-Clip here does all the shaving.
I like to do
my own shaving.
It's his rice bowl.
Don't want to break
nobody's rice bowl.
Okay.
- That a boy, Clip-Clip.
- Great breakfast this morning, huh?
Let's go! Come on!
Come on, come on, come on!
Move it, move it!
Fall in at attention!
Let's go!
Come on, come on, come on!
On the double!
Let's go!
Fall in at attention!
Dress right! Front!
Answer to muster.
- Holman!
- Here!
- Report!
- Deck and gunnery divisions all present or accounted for, sir.
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