: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.
:23:21
Had anything to drink today?
:23:23
No, sir, chief.
:23:25
Say we go into town
and get us a nice cold one.
:23:28
l can't do that, chief.
l haven't reported for duty.
:23:31
l'll tell you what.
:23:32
l'll buy you a tall one over there.
:23:35
A bus ticket too.
:23:36
So you can go on back to whatever
burrow you sprang from.
:23:39
What do you say?
:23:42
Sir, l am a Navy man.
:23:44
Where l come from
there are no oceans. . .
:23:46
. . .only dirt farms and ornery mules.
:23:51
And no self-respecting Navy man
makes a living driving mules.