Laura Dyson:
What was that about the soul travelling that you were mumbling when we were sitting in the dark?
Rick Postley:
Nothing.
Laura Dyson:
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And you did it when we first went under water.
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Rick Postley:
Forget it.
Laura Dyson:
Do you quote any poet, or just Walt Whitman when you're nervous?
Rick Postley:
Just Whitman. Okay?
Harry Rheinhartdt:
Look, look at that, look at that, look at the size of that keel, the ice, see it? Must be a hundred feet.
Rick Postley:
And, it's shaped like your nose.
Harry Rheinhartdt:
And it's twice as big. I'm naming it the Rheinhartdt Keel.
Laura Dyson:
You're naming your nose the Rheinhartdt Keel?
Harry Rheinhartdt:
No-no-no-no-no, my nose is called Jarrold.
Commander Kirsch:
While we transport Dr. Rheinhartdt and Mr. Postley to their designated research area, we'll try to accomodate your whale-watching.
Laura Dyson:
Actually, it's a little bit more complicated than whale-watching.
Commander Kirsch:
Well, I'm sure you wouldn't be here unless you called it "Cetalogical Recognition Factors in Subaqueous Environments."
Rick Postley:
So then, what is your position on the current role of the military, Captain?
Commander Kirsch:
I was first in my class at Annapolis. I don't want to get into a discussion of strategic theory with a civilian wearing an earring.
Harry Rheinhartdt:
What is that? It smells like peaches.
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