Character: Martin Jay Pascal



- Captain...... this boat is a tin can, trash can. This crew is trash, bunch of twats yet the earth was not wearing! I know why You're here, but don't know why I'm here! I refuse this job!
- Excuse me, excuse me. And why am I here?
- Do you know. Your penis.
What thing?
- Well tattoo!
№ 277446   Added MegaMozg 02-03-2017 / 18:46
Sand: Sonar technician, second class, E. T. Lovatelli, sir! Love the nickname "Sonar".
Dodge: Welcome aboard, Sonar.
Sonar: Um, excuse me, sir. And it's really the submarine Navy? Not layout for some parade?
Dodge: I'm Afraid not, Sonar.
Sonar: Hmm... very strange. [climbs the ladder]
Dodge: [quietly, Pascal] Let me guess - deaf as Beethoven.
Sand: [whisper] Oh, no. Great ears, sir. Watch what you say around him, he hears everything. His previous commander considered him a security risk.
Sonar: [shouts from the top of the ladder] uh, pardon, sir! I don't hear everything. And I can trust.
Dodge: So.
№ 277443   Added MegaMozg 02-03-2017 / 18:46