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[Theme music]

Theme song: Love, exciting and new.

Come aboard, we're expecting you.

And love, life's sweetest reward, let it flow.

It floats back to you.

The love boat soon will be making another run.

The love boat promises something for everyone.

Set a course for adventure, your mind on a new romance, and love

won't hurt anymore.

It's an open smile on a friendly shore.

It's love.

Welcome aboard, it's love.

Excuse me, sir.

Oh, yes, thank you.

Let's see.

We've covered all the social events?

Yes, sir, I think so.

Yes.

Now, gopher, what about cabin 110 on the promenade deck?

Yes, sir, well the hole in the ceiling is fixed.

But I recommend that from here on,

we do not allow passengers to bring

their trampolines on board.

Now, what about Mr. and Mrs. Ferot?

Oh, we're getting great coverage on the ferot story.

Look at that, huh?

Isn't that romantic?

You know, it makes me feel good,

bringing together two people who have been separated this long.

40 years?

I would have given up hope.

Oh, not Mrs. Ferot.

She just wouldn't believe that her husband was dead.

Wouldn't it be funny if she finally

gets together with the guy and finds out she can't stand him?

Humor is important in life.

Well, I guess that's about all.

Yes, sir.

Let's keep on our toes this cruise.

As usual?

No.

This time, do it right.

Captain, new book?

Uh, yes.

Yes, I joined this book club a few years ago.

You know, six bestsellers for a dime?

And now you've got a library of books you never wanted?

Right.

Last month's selection was "starch, the history

of laundry in North America."

Isaac, look at this!

This guy is from your hometown, Oakland!

No kidding?

Look!

Hey, dig this!

He was a high school dropout, dishwasher,

farm hand, and a bartender.

And now, he's making millions.

Millions of dollars?

They're the best kind.

I could have been a writer.

I mean, all you gotta do is sit down and write, right?

- Right. - Right.

Right.

I could still be a writer.

I mean, how tough can it be?

Isaac Washington, author!

I'm going to the gift shop.

To get some paper and pencil?

No, a pipe!

And leather patches for my tweed jacket, and an ascot.

And maybe even a monocle!

Yeah, a monocle.

Oh, boy.

Madame ferot, a few questions, please.

Oh, yes, of course.

When did you see your husband last?

1939.

Do you think you'll recognize him?

It has been a long time.

You were childhood sweethearts in France?

Yes.

How long were you married before you

were separated by the war?

Over 8 months.

Do you still love him?

Oh, all these questions!

Fellas, fellas, please.

That's enough for now, thank you.

Hello.

Is there anything that I could possibly do-- oh.

Hey!

I know you!

You're, um-- you're, um--

herb groebecker.

No, no!

You're-- you're Devon king!

You're that TV star!

No, no, I'm herb groebecker, the shoe salesman.

Are you sure?

Boy, you-- you look just like him.

Yeah, I know.

I know.

A lot of people think so.

But he's a rich, famous TV star.

And me, well, I just fit little old ladies

with orthopedic jogging shoes.

Incredible.

Well, not really.

You know, people of all ages are jogging these days.

I'll see you.

Just a few more minutes, Mrs. Ferot.

He'll be here.

Thank you.

We'll have you comfortable in a short while.

Devon king?

Marla, you've waited a long time for this.

Mrs. Ferot.

Gilbert?

Yes.

[Crowd exclaiming happily]

[Music playing]

You're Devon king, aren't you?

My sister and I never miss your TV show!

I'm sorry, ma'am, you've got the wrong guy.

Hello, Devon.

No.

I-- i-- hi.

You don't recognize me, do you?

The way you get around, I'm not surprised.

Marla sands.

We met at a disco party in Beverly Hills about a year ago.

You said I had the most beautiful eyes you'd ever seen.

Oh, you do.

You definitely do.

You also have the most beautiful, um--

then why didn't you call me as you said you would?

Well, you see, the fact is, I'm not really--

you don't have to apologize.

But the least you could do is take me to dinner.

You you don't understand, see.

You don't think I'm worth dinner?

Oh, oh, oh!

Sure, you're worth dinner.

You're worth breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Maybe even a midnight snack.

Easy now, Devon.

One step at a time.

I'll meet you in the dining room at 8:00.

8 o'clock, Devon.

Well, you see, the thing is, I'm not really--

what the hell?

Why fight it.

Finished yet?

We thought you'd have a sequel out by now.

Keep it up and both of you are out of the dedication.

What kind of a book is it going to be?

It's a western.

It's called "showdown in a forgotten town."

Hey, that sounds great.

Here's how it starts.

"It was one of those scorching hot days, the kind

you only get in Nebraska.

Dirk stood poised in the stirrups,

overlooking the bleak and desolate prairie."

I like it.

Keep going.

Oh, that's it so far.

That's it?

One sentence?

You'll never finish that book.

These things take time.

Now how long did it take you to get through medical school?

Six months.

I only went to learn bedside manners.

40 years.

I am not sure I would have recognized you.

I would have known you anywhere.

Remember this?

Oh, you still have it.

Yes.

Oh, how young I was.

And how beautiful you still are.

I tried so desperately to find you.

When Paris was taken by the Nazis,

some friends sneaked me out of the country to Denmark.

They hid me.

Then I came to live with a family in the United States.

And after the war ended, we all tried to find you.

But always, it came to nothing.

I searched for you until 1950.

Then I came to the United States.

I'm a citizen now!

I, too.

You-- you never remarried?

No.

And you?

Oh, no.

No.

You were my husband.

You've always been my husband.

Deep in my heart, I always knew that somehow,

some time, this day would come.

[Music playing]

Devon king, i'm going to be the envy

of every woman on the ship with you as my dinner companion.

Let them eat their hearts out.

Can we have a table right in the middle,

where everyone can see us?

Everyone?

Mr. Groebecker, good evening.

I'll have a table for you in a minute, sir.

Thank you.

Groebecker?

Yeah.

See--

I know.

You're traveling incognito.

You're sick of everyone making a fuss over you.

Right!

Yeah.

One person is all I want making a fuss over me.

Oh, Devon, you're fabulous!

But why did you have to pick such a dopey name, groebecker?

Honestly.

Remember our wedding?

It was during the war.

Her father had saved a bottle of champagne.

When the cork popped, all our friends dived under the table.

They thought we were being attacked!

[Music playing]

Gopher, doc!

Listen, how is this for a title?

"Passion under a forgotten magnolia tree".

This still a western?

No, it's a romance.

Look, this is how it starts out.

"It was one of those scorching hot days, the kind

you only get in Alabama.

Dirk stood poised in the stirrups,

overlooking the bleak and desolate Mississippi river."

Boy, that dirk really gets around.

Wait a minute!

The Mississippi river doesn't even run through Alabama.

I know that.

I didn't want to say Mississippi twice in the same sentence.

Bad writing!

Go on.

Well, that's it.

That's as far as I've gotten.

I think you've got a hit on your hands.

Oh.

Maybe I'm not cut out for writing romance.

Hey, you know what kind of a book I really like?

Science fiction.

[Making whistling Sci-Fi noises]

Yeah, think of the movie sales!

A movie out of my book.

What a beautiful night to follow a glorious day.

Yes.

When we get back, I want you to make changes in my home.

It could use a woman touch.

Listen to me.

I keep talking and I haven't even kissed you yet.

Florette, what is it?

Have I said something wrong?

No.

You said everything right.

I told you, it takes time to make up 40 years.

We have no years to make up.

You are-- you are not my husband.

[Music playing]

It seems that phony name groebecker is getting around.

Nobody's bothering you.

Well, I was just tired of all the ballyhoo.

Well, I know it's a big bore to you,

but I think it's exciting.

You can't fool me anymore, Mr. King.

I'm one of your biggest fans.

Now, I don't mean to disturb you,

but would you mind autographing these napkins

for me and my friends?

Mr. King wants to be--

wait a minute, listen.

These-- these are the people who made me.

I mean, after all, what's a couple of autographs?

[Whistling]

Sometimes I wish I was a nobody.

[Knock on door]

Come in.

I'm sorry.

How did you know?

I felt it from the first, but I did

not want to admit it to myself.

Perhaps it was the eyes or the touch of your hand.

But what I could not understand was how you knew everything.

Who are you?

When I first met your husband--

you knew him?

Yes, during the war.

We were in the same concentration camp.

We became the closest of friends.

The Germans didn't treat him as badly

as me, because he was in the army

and I was in the resistance.

He used to sneak food to me.

He would take care of me when I was ill.

And when I thought I couldn't go on anymore,

he was always there to give me the will to live.

That is Gilbert.

And are the one he lived for.

He talked about you constantly, until I

felt I knew you intimately.

And then, during the winter, he got pneumonia and he died.

I'm sorry.

I'm terribly sorry.

And then?

He knew before he died that I was

going to be executed very soon.

So he urged me to take his identity.

It was my only chance for survival.

Our coloring was the same, our height.

The camp was crowded, disorganized.

It worked.

So only his name lived.

After I was freed, I tried to find you desperately,

to tell you about Gilbert.

But then, after so many years, I gave up.

But you have always kept the name.

It made life easier.

And once I came to america, I had become Gilbert ferot.

But when they finally located us and planned all this,

why did you not tell them the truth?

I don't know.

Somehow, I thought--

I mean, I hoped you would believe I was your Gilbert.

Forgive me.

It is strange.

He has been dead for 40 years.

But for me, he has just died.

Ah, nice to get some fresh air.

My dance card has been filled up all night.

Hey, guys.

Hello.

Hi.

Hi.

No luck?

Science fiction is a killer.

Mm.

Have you got a title yet?

Oh, yeah.

"Invasion from a forgotten galaxy."

Ah!

I may have an opening sentence for you.

"It was one of those hot scorching days, the kind

you only get on the sun.

Kirk stood poised--"

dirk.

"Dirk stood poised in the stirrups by the retro rockets,

overlooking the bleak and desolate planet earth."

I'm not cutting it, am I?

Well, maybe you're trying too hard.

You know, I always heard that you should

write about things you know.

Yeah.

That way, I wouldn't have to make anything up.

Right.

Oh.

Thanks, Julie.

You're a big help.

Sure.

Any time.

Write about what you know.

Why didn't I think of that?

Well, this is my cabin.

Devon, let's be honest.

Huh?

You're one of the most sought after bachelors in Hollywood.

Everyone knows what a fantastic lover you are.

Not everyone.

I know firsthand.

Well, you know, you-- you meet an awful lot of people when

you're in the shoe business.

Shoe business?

Show business.

Show business.

And, well, to tell you the truth,

I don't remember meeting you.

Oh, I remember the night we met, even if you don't.

Well, listen, about that night--

it was wonderful.

I know I'm just another one of the countless, faceless women

who pass through your life, but I never regretted what I did.

You're irresistible.

Well, maybe it's some scent I give off.

I want you, Devon.

Just as I did then.

Do you have any aspirin?

But this time, I want to mean something to you.

Oh, you do mean something to me, Marla.

You really do.

But you see, what you don't understand is--

that's why I think we should wait.

Wait?

Yes.

Well, if you-- if you want to.

Good night, Devon.

I'll never get through another day of this.

Thanks, Mrs. Collins.

I'll see you in the morning.

This is a big night for you, my little love.

You don't know it, but tomorrow, you're

going to meet your father.

Is there anything I can do?

Thank you.

I will be all right.

But we will have to tell the captain.

I wanted to bring you happiness.

Instead, I brought you pain.

Well, perhaps it is better after all these years

to finally know the truth.

But in a way, I am sorry your plan did not work.

[Music playing]

Hey, doc!

I finally figured something to write about!

It hit me last night.

Now, what do I know better than anything?

Oakland on $5 a day?

No.

The things that happen on a cruise ship.

Hey, not bad.

Not bad at all.

That could even be a television series.

Listen, I've already finished the first 15 pages,

if you want to read them.

15 pages, that sure beats 1 sentence.

Hey, "pacific passions" by Isaac Washington.

That's a good title.

Ah, oh, yeah.

That's very good.

Very good!

[Laughing]

What was that?

What was that?

What was that?

You sure got gopher pegged.

"As usual, his mouth was moving before his brain was grooving."

That's funny!

Well, it's not really gopher.

I mean, it's fiction.

Well, sure, of course.

Isaac, this doctor, this fictional doctor, Dr. Bones.

Yeah?

Now, what does this mean?

"He's had more wives than patients"?

What does that mean?

Well, it's kind of a way of putting it, doc.

It's kind of like a joke.

Like a joke?

Yeah.

Isaac, would you mind if I take this with me to my office?

I'd like to look it over a little more carefully.

No, I wouldn't mind at all, doc.

Go right ahead.

Oh, good.

Oh, fantastic!

Hey, uh, doc?

Huh?

Feel free to make notes.

Captain stubing (over intercom): Good morning

and welcome to Mazatlan.

Land tours will be leaving from the fiesta deck in 10 minutes.

You ever met a big star before, sweetheart?

There you go.

I never realized how demanding it is being a star!

Neither did I.

I don't feel like sharing you with these people.

I wish we could go off to Mazatlan

like two normal people.

Just for today, I wish you weren't Devon king.

I wish you were a plumber.

That's close enough.

Captain stubing will be here in a minute.

Thank you.

If there's anything I can do to help?

No, thank you.

Ok.

I feel foolish.

So do I. It would have been such a wonderful cruise.

Have you sailed before?

Oh, no.

There's never enough money for luxuries like this.

What do you do?

Oh, I'm a schoolteacher.

My students all chipped in and bought me these new outfits

I have been wearing.

They called it my trousseau.

Oh.

Oh, I am sorry.

I did not mean to hurt you.

Good morning!

Good morning.

Lovely day, isn't it?

Oh, before I forget, some reporters are flying

into cabo San Lucas tomorrow.

They want your permission to come

aboard and cover the ceremony when you reaffirm your marriage

vows.

Well, don't tell me you've forgotten.

We have everything scheduled for first thing in the morning.

The minister is ready, and apparently half the united

states is just waiting to see you two on the front pages

of the newspapers.

So you wanted to see me?

No.

[Stammering] I mean, yes.

Yes.

You see, we thought--

captain, when you reaffirm your marriage vows,

does the woman wear a veil?

I don't know.

Muskrat?

What kind of name is that to give a human being?

Muskrat!

Wait till you get to the good part.

Is this Janie mcguire supposed to be me?

"Even a low down disaster couldn't wipe the pert grin

from our Janie mcguire"?

That's-- that's not so bad.

But I mean, he makes me out to be some bumbling clown.

And I'm the Don Juan in the doctor's suit!

When was I ever pert?

Coming up.

Scrap.

Hey, what's happening?

Well, we're just reading the first chapter

of "pacific passions."

What do you think?

I've never been so insulted in my life.

Well, I'd tell you how I feel, [whispering]

But I'm not speaking to you.

What's the matter with him?

Isaac, there's a difference between writing

characters in a book and making fools of your friends.

Now, possibly you might be open to a few changes.

Personally, I think you have the parts of Julie and gopher

down pat.

But the part of the doctor-- - wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Would you ask Tolstoy to change "war and peace"?

Haven't you ever heard of artistic license?

The first amendment?

I'm fighting this all the way to the supreme court!

Oh, that was wonderful.

I had a terrific time!

So did I. The best.

There's no business like show business!

Boy, would I love to sell her a pair of shoes

two sizes too small.

What?

Oh, nothing.

Marla?

You do care about me a little bit, don't you, Devon?

Oh!

Oh, more than a little bit.

But Marla, there's something I have to tell you.

I want you to come with me.

Marla--

shh!

[Baby cooing]

Yours?

Boy or girl?

Boy.

He's beautiful.

What's his name?

Devon.

That's a nice name, Devon.

Devon?

Mm-hmm.

That wouldn't just happen to be a fantastic

coincidence, would it?

No.

I didn't think so.

Oh, boy.

Isaac, what's the matter?

You look like you lost your best friend.

Maybe all of them.

Hm?

It's the book, sir.

Nobody wants me to write it.

Well, frankly, science fiction--

no, this is a book about the crew.

Oh, I see.

Hits a little too close to home, huh?

Well, Isaac, no one ever said a writer's life was easy.

You keep plugging away.

Hang in there.

Do what you have to do.

Be your own man.

And don't let anyone dissuade you.

Thank you, gipper.

You know, you're the only one who understands!

I hope you straightened him out about this book business.

I encouraged him to keep writing,

if that's what you mean.

Really?

You don't sound like the holy terror of the high seas to me.

Holy terror?

I'm quoting your protege.

"Captain merring has a reputation

for being the holy terror of the high seas,

but I've seen inside the real man--

pure marshmallow."

Marshmallow?

Pure.

Captain, I want you to know I really

appreciate that pep talk.

Yes, well, Isaac, about your book.

I'm not writing it anymore.

I'm typing it!

Much more professional.

Listen, all right, I've thought about it.

Are you sure you want to go through with this?

I mean, the vows and all?

Oh, yes.

I could not make a fool out of the captain

after he has been so kind to us.

You're a good person.

But please understand I do not like

what we are doing, taking sacred vows without meaning them.

We'll do it for the captain.

And then when the spotlight is no longer on us,

you'll go back to your school and I'll

go back to my business.

Could we have some white wine, please?

Oh, you never have told me what you do for a living.

America's been good to me.

I manufacture a small piece that is part of a locking device

for car doors.

Just one small piece?

Yes, that's all I make.

But it's in every door of every car.

And I'm the only one who makes it.

That is a very large small piece.

What would you do if they found

a way to do without that piece?

Nothing.

I would shoot myself.

Oh, your sense of humor.

[Music playing]

Excuse me.

Oh, hi, Mr. King.

I'm not Devon king, I'm herb groebecker.

Oh, come on.

Let's not start that again, ok?

I mean, I do have a little something going for me up here,

you know what I mean?

Here, look.

Herbert j. Groebecker.

But what about the autographs and all that?

Oh, I did it because of Marla.

I mean, she's a kind of girl herb groebecker

could never get near.

Now I think i'm in love with her.

Good!

Bad.

She thinks I'm Devon king.

So show her your driver's license.

I can't.

What, you can only show it once a day or what?

She has my baby!

I mean, Devon's baby.

I mean, she thinks it's my baby.

If I tried to tell her now I'm not Devon king,

she'd never believe me.

She'd think I was trying to get out of something.

Oh, yeah.

Ok, well, what would you do if you really were Devon king?

I'd marry her.

Ok, well, then, what would you do if she knew that you

were Herbert groebecker?

I'd marry her.

Hey, yeah, yeah!

I'll ask her to marry me as Devon king,

and then I'll tell her I'm herb groebecker.

Hey, thanks, gopher!

Don't mention it.

He doesn't fool me.

That's not herb groebecker, that's Devon king.

Right, gopher?

Gopher?

My name is muskrat.

I think the salt air shrinks their brains.

[Disco music playing]

Can't we just make Isaac stop?

I mean, what if somebody else reads his book?

I'm never going to be able to show my face again!

Especially your perky smile.

Actually, Isaac's well within his rights.

Yeah, sure.

So we end up looking like the three stooges.

I'm not going to ask him for an autographed copy.

You know, if that's the way Isaac sees us,

then maybe that's the way Isaac should see us.

Hi, Julie.

Are you still sore at me?

Oh, Isaac!

Sweetie, honey, doll face, don't be a silly Millie!

Say what?

Oh, by the by, could I have two of those tasty, tangy,

terrific tequilas you pour?

It's for that pert little couple over there.

Julie, it's just a book.

Of course it was-y.

Well, I got to go now.

Huggy, kissy, huggy, kissy!

Julie is acting weird.

Oh, well, it's nothing new.

Oh!

Oh!

[Inaudible] Oh, no, whoa, let me help.

Oh, what a-- [inaudible]

Well, they're acting just like kids!

Rotten kids.

Callow, unthinking, immature.

That's exactly what I was thinking, doc.

In fact-- - excuse me.

I can't talk to you now, Isaac, not with all

these beautiful women around.

Make yourself a drink.

Give yourself a professional discount.

I wonder if Harold Robbins has to put

up with this sort of thing.

This ship reminds me of California,

full of young people.

Present company excluded.

Oh?

What do you like best about living in California?

Ah, that's easy.

My garden.

Flowers 12 months a year.

How lucky for you.

Not in Minnesota.

My favorites are the morning glories.

I have a trellis covered with them.

Do you know that at night, they actually close up

and go to sleep.

Sometimes in the morning, I go out at sunrise

just to watch them awaken.

It's like being born every day.

It takes a sensitive man to appreciate flowers.

Excuse me.

Do you know what I just heard about you two?

I've heard that neither of you has

danced with any other person for the entire cruise.

Now will you give her up?

Well, I'll wait for you on deck.

Thank you.

Mrs. Ferot, to watch you two warms my heart.

It's rare to see so much love.

Hi, Marla.

Oh, hello.

What have you been up to?

Oh, drinking, thinking.

Or maybe it was the other way around.

So what do you think?

Well, I want to marry you.

What?

I love you and I want to marry you.

But--

look, do you love me?

I mean me, not-- not my name or how famous you think I am.

But do you love the guy you want into Mazatlan with?

Yes.

But that's what makes it so awful.

Awful?

That you love me is awful?

I lied to you.

The child isn't yours, Devon.

Yeah, I know.

You know?

What do you mean?

Wait a second.

What do you mean?

I never met you at any party.

You had never seen me before in your life.

I'm a woman with a baby who doesn't have a father.

I was scared.

I was desperate.

And when I saw you, a rich, successful bachelor,

I thought--

I scraped together every last dime I had to take this cruise

just to meet someone like you.

I want the best for Andrew, things

I can't afford to give him.

A good home, good schools.

I think even a shoe salesman can manage that.

Shoe salesman?

Who happens to look like Devon king?

Oh!

Oh!

I promise you one thing.

Andrew's going to have all the damn booties

he can ever possibly wear.

I have something to say.

I got the point from that act the three of you put on.

And it's obvious you don't want me to write a book.

We don't mind you writing a book.

It's this book.

Whatever.

If having a bestseller means losing my best friends,

I guess I'll have to be satisfied

just being a bartender.

Oh!

What a dumb idea that was.

It was my idea and I feel about this tall.

I'll be your date if you don't mind going with a shorter man.

[Music playing]

Uh, can we talk to you?

Sure.

About your book--

listen, I already told you guys,

I'm not writing it anymore.

Isaac, that isn't what we wanted.

Well, what do you want?

I guess what everybody wants, to be portrayed

better than they really are.

Sure.

Even a partial truth hurts.

What we're trying to say is we apologize.

We have no right to interfere.

In fact, we want you to keep on going.

You mean it?

Uh-huh.

Honest?

Oh!

Oh, hey, from now on, these characters are going to be

like you guys really are--

fantastic!

Uh-oh, I just remembered something.

Captain stubing.

Don't worry about him.

He's a marshmallow.

Sir.

I believe this belongs to you.

Oh, my book!

I don't know what to say.

Just remember one thing.

When they make this into a movie, Robert redford plays me.

Sir.

They'll be coming in here, stopping.

The rest is up to you.

Good luck.

You ready?

Here they come!

Feels so deceitful!

But it is far too late to back out now.

Yes.

Captain, oh, she looks beautiful!

Come on, darling.

When this is over, we go back to California

and we will be married properly.

Perhaps in my garden, under a trellis of morning glories.

At sunrise?

At sunrise.

Excuse me, Mr. ferot, but I think

you should wait until after the ceremony to kiss the bride.

I'm just practicing!

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Uh-oh.

What are you doing?

I'm not signing another autograph as long as I live.

Look!

It's Woody Allen!

How was it, Mr. Ferot?

Couldn't have been better!

A marvelous ship, a wonderful captain, and a perfect mate.

Which wedding was better, Mrs. Ferot?

This one or the one 40 years ago?

Oh, I could not possibly say.

All I know is they were the two happiest events of my life.

Goodbye, captain, and thank you again.

Goodbye. Good luck.

Oh, thank you, captain.

Of course, once I got out of medical school,

things really started to change.

First, I joined the Navy.

Isaac, hey!

Listen, I just jotted down some of the really funny things that

have happened to me, you know?

Here.

Here you go.

Wow, it goes for 38 pages?

Yeah.

And those are just the really funny things.

Isaac?

I thought of something to help you with your book.

I don't usually do this, but this is my diary.

Oh, wow.

Wait a minute, you guys.

Wait just a minute.

I'm just starting out as a writer.

I don't think I'm ready for a collaboration.

Isaac's right.

We should give him a chance to be alone with his muse.

- Right. - Sorry, Isaac.

Sorry.

Too pushy.

No, no, it's--

it's-- it's wonderful.

Hey, don't forget the story on page seven.

It's about the time I wore a chicken

suit to my college graduation.

Well, I see they're finally allowing

you to be your own man.

Yes, sir.

Good, good.

Did I ever tell you that I was in the south pacific

during the big war?

Uh, no, sir.

It was one of those scorching hot days, the kind you

only get in the south pacific.

And there I was, facing a wolf pack of submarines.

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