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the sails on the H.M.S. Bounty.
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See what a fucking charmer you are then, son.
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What are you doing?
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What's it look like I'm doing? I'm getting ready for takeoff.
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What's wrong with you? You're sweating like a pig.
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You know what a nervous flier I am.
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No, I don't. I've never flown with you.
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That's because I never fly, Hank.
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It scares the shit out of me.
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What's supposed to keep this whole thing
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from just falling into the ocean?
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Well, for one, we're going to New York.