:47:00
Who do you think
you're talking to, a slave?
:47:02
You need to rest, Anna.
:47:05
What are you doing here,
you sailor fella?
:47:07
You ain't sick like others.
:47:09
You get in forecastle, they give you bunk.
You hurry,I tell you.
:47:12
But he's sick. He can hardly stand up.
Look at him.
:47:15
ls it giving me orders you are, me bucko?
:47:18
Let you look out, then.
:47:19
Weak asI am,
I can break you in pieces...
:47:21
...and throw you over the side,
and your crew after you.
:47:25
I was forgetting, you're her old man.
Sure, I'd not lift a fist to you for the world.
:47:31
Come inside. You can have my bed
if there is no other place.
:47:41
That's your dirty trick, old devil...
:47:46
...but you don't do that,
no, not that whileI live.
:48:10
Mulligan! Sure, it is myseIf that's hungry.
:48:12
And a pie, Matt.
:48:14
Glory be, what doI care
for a stew or a pie?
:48:17
It's not for food I'm hungry...
:48:18
-...but for the sight of your face.
-Oh, go on with your blarney, you gasbag.
:48:24
Now, Matt, look what you've done.
Pick that up. Shame on you.
:48:27
Sure, her with the face of an angel
and the sting of a wasp.
:48:31
Oh, so it's darning you're doing.
:48:42
Shut up.
You've got a voice like a foghorn.
:48:44
What's this?
:48:46
Well, what do you think it is?
:48:47
Well, holding it up this way, it might be
new underdrawers for old Chris.
:48:51
-Ain't for him, though.
-Oh, ain't it, now?
:48:53
-For some sweetheart?
-Maybe.
:48:55
Don't make me jealous,
or I'll burn it up and him in it.
:48:58
-No. Give it to me.
-You got a guilty look in your eye.