"Ah, there's nothing like a nice shot of whiskey during the
storm of the century!"  "Sir, you have had at least a dozen
shots so far."  "Quit your trap! I've been doin' this since you
were diapers."  "I'm starting to wish I was wearing some right
now."  "What'd you say boy?"  "Nothing. Sir, we are WAY off
course and the crew is becoming concerned with our current
predicame-"  "Mutiny? You talkin' about a MUTINY?!"  "No! What?
Who even does that anymore? We just wish you would focus on
getting us back to shore safely."  "Fine. We'll just cross
through that isthmus thingy over there."  "Sir, that is a REEF!
And it's low tide right now."  "So what? I don't call this ship
the... Iron Bottom... um, Baby for nothin'"  "I have never once
heard you call it that."  "Full steam ahead! Now make yourself
useful and hand me that bottle. This one is tapped."  "Sir, this
is a SAIL boat! Please be reasonable!"  "To hell with reason! If
we go fast enough we'll skip right over that reef."  "Hey guys,
remember that story I ment