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- Nearly at the boom, sir.
- Yes, we'll be in by tea if you don't hit it.
- Keep her on the same course.
- Aye aye, sir.
- What's the weather like, Coxswain?
- Oh, so-so, sir.
- Yes, sir.
Can I give you a hand, sir?
- What are you doing this leave, sir?
- Depends on the bank balance.
Are you due for leave, Coxswain?
Yes, sir. We've got a wedding in our family.
Really? Oh, that's fine.
- Flunkey, try and get the salt out of these.
- Leave it to me.
It's got to be faced.
One of us has got to miss his leave.
Oh, hello, Dicky. We were just talking
- It was his turn to stay behind this time.
Who, me? Not at all.
But somebody's got to stay behind.
I know that. Tonsils at your age! Why didn't
you have them out when you were a kid?
Well, we've got to fix this. Let's see.
You're already staying, aren't you, Nobby?
Yes. How about Tiggy?
He doesn't mind missing his leave.
And yourself, Coxswain?
You two and this wedding!
It's not my fault
That's right, Coxswain, get him all tied up.
Shut the hatch, flood the boat.
- You're done for this time, TI.
- Who asked you to butt in, Hobson?
I like to take a look at the petty officers
now and again. It's good for discipline.
I wish he was one himself. I'd have put him
down for this. Don't take any notice of him.
I'll put Williams down for this job,
and he can lump it.
We ain't all got your sex appeal, Canada.
Aw, it's easy. Anybody can pick up a dame
outside a factory.
Sit still, jellyfish.
Works in a fag shop.
Ought to be good for a packet of 20, then.
I was talking to Dowsley.
- Why not, Oxford?
You almost make me sick.
but females, dames, homework.
With all the ugly fizzogs here,
what can you expect?
You're safe enough, Spud.
- And why not?
- You've got no brass.
By the time you settle your bets,
you won't have any left.
You wouldnae need much.
I doubt it'll be more than 48 hours.
- Like to bet on that?
- I'm not betting.
- Ah, go boil yourself!
Go and jump in yer oil tank.
- Sound off, Coxswain.
- (Shrill whistle)
Stand to attention on the casing.
- Slow astern, starboard.
- Slow astern, starboard, sir.
Hello, Freddie. A nice quiet trip?
Yes, worse luck. I see you've sunk
Yes, just a 10,000-tonner and a 4,000.
What the hell do you work with?
Old Moore's Almanack?
- Hello, Taylor. No luck again?
- Afraid not, sir.
- Any to fix?
- No, sir.
- Crew all right?
- One case of tonsils.
Give leave to one watch.
Yes. Excuse me, sir.
Gordon? Are you going to the wardroom?
Get me Grosvenor 2777, will you?
- Yes, sir.
- Who are you seeing this leave?
- Your Aunt Margaret again?
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