[reading Hunter's file]
Annapolis. Five patrols on fast attacks. Two on boomers; one as X.O.
[Ramsey glances to Hunter for a beat and continues to read]
Hmm. A year at...[looks to Hunter, impressed] Excuse me. Harvard? [closes Hunter's file] I talked to your former C.O. He tells me he tried to adopt you. As you no doubt heard, my X.O. Has appendicitis. He's the best I ever had. I need a good man to fill his spot. Your name was at the top of the list.
Well, that's good to know, sir.
[beat]
It was a short list. Your interests, Mr. Hunter. What do you like to do? Do you, uh...Do you paint, play ball, play an instrument, ride motorcycles, what?
I ride horses.
Horses. What's the best horse you ever rode?
Arabian, sir.
An Arabian? That's a powerful animal.
Yes.
Me? Are you kidding? Nah, I couldn't handle an Arabian. Nah, just give me an old paint. Yeah, horses are fascinating animals. Dumb as fence posts but very intuitive. In that way, they're not too different from high school girls. They might not have a brain in their head but they do know all the boys want to **** 'em.
[Hunter chuckles]
Don't have to be able to read Ulysses to know where they're comin' from.
No, sir.
[Hunter notices a dog barking close to him] [referring to the dog]
He approves of you. Jack Russells. Smartest dogs alive. Name's Bear. Goes everyplace with me. Well, welcome aboard the Alabama, son. [extends his hand] Do me proud.
