:00:13
Oh.
Amal did not tell us that.
:00:17
You love her?
:00:19
That's it, Gum Drop.
:00:29
What's the matter?
:00:31
That thing with Gum Drop didn't look
like any "Poor Butterfly" act to me.
:00:35
You dirty old den mother. She's gonna
name her first baby after me.
:00:38
- Ohh!
- And another thing.
:00:39
If I don't want Tish
at an oil fire, I'll tell her.
:00:43
- Well, tell her.
- I did!
:00:44
Greg, this is
the Australian crew working the well.
:00:47
Chance Buckman, gentlemen.
Greg Parker.
:00:50
Hiya, mate.
Jim Hatch, driller.
:00:53
When are you fellas
due back at the well?
:00:56
Early tomorrow morning.
We're on day tower. Why?
:00:59
- If you keep on this sauce,
you won't be much use to me.
:01:03
Mr. Buckman, we're gentlemen who pleasure
ourselves in drinking as we see fit.
:01:05
Mr. Buckman, we're gentlemen who pleasure
ourselves in drinking as we see fit.
:01:08
- Right, mates?
- Right. - Right.
:01:10
What do you think
about that?
:01:12
Very simple.
There's one boss.
:01:51
He's all mine!