Henry Scott:
Rummill, you're no sailor. You're like the rest of those panty-waists on luxury liners: cocktail parties, watercress sandwiches and drinking tea. That's your racket!
Capt. Edwin Rummill:
Looks like it's going to be your brawn against my brain, doesn't it?
Henry Scott:
Yeah, it does!
[He lunges at the captain, and a struggle ensues]
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