DAVE:
I woulda' taken that bastard.
JOHN:
Dave, how old are you?
DAVE:
Thirty-two.
JOHN:
Ya' ever gonna' grow a dick and go out with Anne?
DAVE:
I have to stay celibate for the hunt.
CHARLIE:
Oh man...
DAVE:
Why don't you guys just shut the hell up and mind your own business.
JOHN:
She's got a masters degree... She ain't gonna' go out with you.
MELVIN:
Cool it guys. Just stop.
DAVE:
You're an ass, ya' know that John?
CHARLIE:
Jesus Christ kids. We got a lot of goddamn stuff ta' get done out here.
MELVIN:
Gotta' figure who's gonna' sew the mouth shut.
DAVE:
Sew the mouth shut?
CHARLIE:
Somebody's gotta' get in the water right?
MELVIN:
Yep, someone's gotta' sew the mouth shut so it don't sink.
(Pause. No response. They continue to row for a moment.)
Okay guys, how about this... Practice run. We see a whale, what do we do?
DAVE:
Whale off starboard!
JOHN:
Which way is starboard?
MELVIN:
It doesn't matter, we...
DAVE:
It's that way.
JOHN:
Well, why didn't you say that?
DAVE:
'Cause we're in a boat and we have to talk boat talk.
CHARLIE:
I don't see why we gotta' talk boat talk...
DAVE:
We're not gonna' get a whale if we're talking land talk.
MELVIN:
Gentlemen, we're trying...
JOHN:
Just like Dave to talk all fancy on us.
DAVE:
It's not fancy. It's educated.
JOHN:
It ain't educated. It's tryin' to be better'n us... You a goddamn greasy spoon cook.