Capt. George Cummings:
[as Purcell turns around in shock over getting a fourth wingman in the squadron]
What's the problem, Purcell? You look like you just been hit in the gut.
Lt. Henry Purcell:
Well, for one, Captain, we've been flying together for a long time, and it's good; but FOUR is an unlucky number.
Capt. George Cummings:
Unlucky?
Lt. Henry Purcell:
Yeah! It's not a prime number. See, prime numbers can only be divided by one or itself. THREE is a prime number. The Holy Trinity? The thesis and antithesis that come together to form the synthesis...
Capt. George Cummings:
Look! This is not a seminar on metaphysics, son. This is the U.S. Navy. Now we ship out Wednesday at oh five hundred. Dismissed.
Lt. Henry Purcell:
Okay. IF he'd let me finish I was gonna say Three's Company, Three Stooges, Three Musketeers, three-peat, three strikes you're out, "Three Times a Lady".
Lt. Kara Wade:
Three dimensions?
Lt. Henry Purcell:
Three Blind Mice.
Lt. Ben Gannon:
Menage a trois. Don't forget that one. Right?
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