— No, no, no! Course he's not the boy's father. Look at turn-ups on his jeans!
— I knew it was dangerous. Getting you into crap telly.
— No, I know you for real.
— 100 percent?
— Well, nobody could fake being such an annoying dick all the time.
— Why is the rum gone?
— One, because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels. Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high. The entire Royal Navy is out looking for me. Do you really think that there is even the slightest chance — that they won't see it?
— But why is the rum gone?
What now? I'm in shock — look, I've got a blancket. And I just caught you a serial killer.
— Jack... It would never have worked out between us.
— Keep telling yourself that, darling.
— We're gonna be rich! We can finally start a family!
— We have a family.
— A better one.
— This dock is off limits to civilians.
— I'm terribly sorry. I didn't know. If I see one, I shall inform you immediately.