The Silent Service1957

Dutch:
What's been keeping you, Mike? Scared to finish because you know I'm going to beat you? What's that?

Mike:
What does it look like to you, Dutch?

Dutch:
Canned cow.

Mike:
Smart!

Dutch:
Since when have you taken to drinking milk? That wasn't what you were belting down at Rosie's Bar last night.

Mike:
Who says it is for me? Come on Lucky, chow time! [Takes cat out from under his shirt]

Dutch:
[Recoils in horror] Where did you get that?

Mike:
Followed me down the street last night as I was coming back to the ship. He was yowling for a handout, said he hadn't eaten for a week, he sure looked it, so I brought him along. Named him Lucky. We need a mascot, right?

Dutch:
Lucky? A black cat aboard ship? Don't you know that's the worst kind of Jonah? You've heard that black cats are hoodoos, haven't you, Gabey?

Mike:
Come on, relax. He's got a long time to grow before he's a cat. Right, Gabey? Besides I like cats, they bring me good luck.

Dutch:
Tie a rock around that thing's neck and throw it overboard before it does any harm.

Mike:
Anybody who throws Lucky overboard better be a lot bigger than me or they'll follow him.

Dutch:
A black cat? Boy, you're in a real bad way.

Mike:
Bad way, huh? That's better than being superstitious like some guys I know.