Quint Front - bow, back - stern. Don`t get it get it right squirt 'n' I'll throw your ass out the little round window on the side. Come on Chief, this ain't no Boy Scout picnic... I see you got your rubbers ! Quint Break it up, will ya, Chief. Daylight's wasting...Come on, Chief. This isn't no Boy Scout picnic. See you got your rubbers! Ha, ha, ha. Quint What are you, some kind of half-assed astronaut?