Cheer up, Professor. You'll forget all about fishing when you see the gals in Saigon.
I thought they promised you a bonus if you harpooned this monster, Mr. Land.
Knowing full well I couldn't collect it. When I get back, I'm shipping out on the first whaler that'll take me. I won't get rich, but I won't be sitting around picking my teeth with my harpoon.
Maybe we are lucky. It might have sunk us.
You scare me. Be a good loser, Professor. The fish that got away is always the biggest one.
Ah, what a pity, Professor. I know you had visions of that monster mounted in the National Museum.