so when the hell do we get to meet el capitan?
i got five bucks says he doesn't.
steel boats don't leak.
ladies, gentlemen and hermaphrodites, mr. corry and i are happy to announce the grand opening of trans-border enterprises.
for a price, of course.
contraband's hard to come by out here son.
there's a penalty for any material returned to the trans-border library with sticky pages.
hey, you can't do that!! he can't do that!!
oh my god!! it's a.
hey you guys, come on!
all i know is if that viking son of a bitch puts me on smegma duty one more time i'm gonna have to run him through.
she's gone! the boat's gone!!
who the hell checked the mooring?
what if they don't know. if she's adrift, if they're asleep, she could run aground. she could break up on the reef.
but we don't have any cannons?
you're the last person who should be whining about being a "crew".
well, i'd sure like to go into the subject of vertigo and all, but i wouldn't want you to piss yourself.
tell it to the dolphin, goodall.
hell, do what ever you want. it won't change anything anyway.
you guys are missing the point. this is all because of phil. phil and his dear old dad.
how do you think they got this together so fast? he's been laying for skipper since the first day.
you got it. i told you he was a turn coat the day we kicked him off the boat.
i'm telling you, the only way to change this is to get phil to call off his old man. and that ain't gonna happen. so the way i see it, it's skipper or us.
he did it man. he sang like a bird.
son of a gun. he just sent skipper a life boat.