Island in the Sun

- Make you a whiskey?
- No.

No, I don't believe in chaps
drinking themselves to death.

Leave that for retired colonels.
Remember that song?
## [Singing, Off-key]
You know, I was once married, Fleury.
It was in hospital
in Tripoli during the war.

My wife fell in love
with a Polish musician...

and thought that the best thing
for both of us was a quick divorce.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- Mean? Nothing. It's just a fact.

A second chance-That's what a man needs,
a blasted second chance.

Well, what was it needed settling?

- I want you to leave my wife alone.
- Your wife?

I'm not a fool. The trouble is
you weren't smart enough.

- The whole place stank of those
fancy cigarettes of yours!
- Are you out of your mind?

I've had as much as I can take from you
and this island. Do you understand?

- Stay away from my wife.
- Look here. I'm fed up with idiots.

- Are you suggesting I've been making passes-
- I'm not suggesting anything.

- I'm just telling you.
- Then you can ruddy-well untell it and apologize.

And get this into your stupid skull.
I don't make passes at wives
of acquaintances, and I don't share my women.

And even if I did, I wouldn't take something
from someone like you...

with a tarbrush rubbed across his face.
Tarbrush! I'll show all of you!
- Tarbrush! Tarbrush!
- [Groaning]

- Tarbrush! Tarbrush!
- [Groaning Stops]