Feet First

Uh, steward.
Uh, serve my breakfast
up on deck, also.

What's your table number, sir?
Oh, now,
I must have forgotten it.

- Well, never mind, let it go.
- Yes, sir.

Well, good morning, Sergeant.
You know, I'll bet
that's a roast beef sandwich.

Yes, sir. Well, sir, you know,
I think that instead...

of going below, I'll just
eat a bite up here on deck.

Oh, by the way...
I'm surprised at you!
Why, you ought to be
ashamed of yourself.

Eating a sandwich here
when you should be working.

Huh, disgusting.
Where's your ambition?

Let me tell you something.
It's men like you
that give sailors a bad name.

You know, to be a success...
you've got to work
twenty-four hours a day.

Longer, if necessary.
Remember, a rolling stone
gathers no moss.

That's the idea, young man.
Oh, how do you do, Mr. Tanner?
How do you do?
That's the spirit I like to see.

Young fella,
you follow his advice...

and you'll amount to something.
How about a stroll
along the deck...

to work up an appetite, huh?
Oh, well, uh... remember,
think more and eat less.

No, I was just giving him
a little more advice.

Oh, by the way, have a cigar.
- Oh, no, now...
- Now, don't apologize.

I should apologize,
but it's the best I've got.