:21:18
Wait outside.
:21:49
Well, look at Mr. Navy.
Bell-bottoms bleached.
:21:54
Shoes all shined up.
:21:56
Now all we need is an organ grinder.
:21:59
Welcome to Bayonne, New Jersey.
:22:00
Pimple on God's ass.
:22:02
Chief Sunday, we never met,
but l served with you.
:22:06
U. S. S. Hoist.
l expect l remember you now.
:22:10
So, what's for chow, Cookie?
:22:12
l wouldn't know, chief.
l'm reporting for diving school.
:22:15
Oh, yeah, that's right.
:22:17
They say you wrote over 1 00 letters
requesting admission.
:22:20
You got you some grit, you have.
:22:22
Yes, sir.
:22:25
Fucking gonna be a hot one today.
:22:32
Hope you're better
than the last cook.
:22:34
Man's food could kill your dog.
:22:38
Chief.