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:12:00
Oh, no. This one's on Uncle Sam.
:12:02
You mean, Uncle Joe. Okay.
:12:05
Oh, hello, doctor. You remember me?
:12:08
Worn-out, rundown "like the works
of an old watch"?

:12:11
- Sure. How are you?
- Still flying, no thanks to you.

:12:13
But I thank you
for kicking me into a better job.

:12:16
I hope all of my mistakes
turn out that well.

:12:18
They might if your patients get away
from you early enough. I was lucky.

:12:22
I hope your luck holds, chum.
:12:25
In fact, I wish you all the luck
in the world.

:12:27
Well, thanks for those few kind words.
:12:31
Come on, Joe. So long, sailors.
:12:37
- Ninety gallons.
- Ninety gallons.

:12:39
Ninety gallons,
and charge it to Winston C.

:12:42
Thanks.
:12:43
I'll smoke one of my own.
:12:52
- Sort of miss the old gang, don't you?
- Yep.

:12:56
The days you and Swede and I flew
together were the happiest in my life.

:13:00
We can't live them over,
but they're sure swell to look back on.

:13:03
This is all right.
:13:05
Great bunch of people up there
and on the other side...

:13:07
...but I'd rather be a pilot
in the Navy...

:13:09
...with you as my skipper
than anything on earth.

:13:12
Thanks, Tim. Right back at you.
:13:14
- Say, how have you been feeling, really?
- Oh, fine. Fine, Joe.

:13:18
Of course, I get woozy now and then
after too many hours in the air.

:13:22
That's why I break these ferry trips up
into short jumps.

:13:25
Where do you land?
San Francisco or Medford?

:13:27
I'll go on to Seattle.
That's an easy hop.

:13:31
- So long, Joe. It's been swell.
- Take care of yourself, sailor.

:13:39
Thanks.

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