Truman:
[Sailing in the artificially-roughened winds and seas - he shouts to the sky]
Is that the best you can do?
[Christof, in the "moon room", whips around to face the screen, shocked]
Truman:
You're gonna have to kill me!
[sings]
Truman:
What do ya do with a drunken sailor? What do ya do with a drunken sailor? What do ya do with a drunken sailor ear-lye in the mor-nin'!
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