lockridge. - oh. it isn't easy you know. those barbs are sharp. the thing, see, is to set the hook firmly in the anchovy - so it won't pull off. - oh, yeah, that's not bad. why don't you try it yourself? oh, sure. - oh, slippery little devil. - yeah, you better hold on. alright. a little light on the subject. no, deeper, deeper, mr. muller. ow! oh, you've got a doctor on board. that's real style. we're always ready for any emergency. why don't you just let it bleed? no, no, dr. martin has just the thing for it. - ah, i'll tell you fellows-- - dr. forster, hold his arm. you're right. wouldn't wanna take a chance on an infection. yeah, let it rip, doc. - ooh! - that ought to feel warmer. warm? it's burning up here. i don't, you wanna bet.. goodbye, harvey muller. [fireworks whistling] [garbled] well, doctor, who is he? i don't know. (lockridge) 'you never saw him before?' (doctor martin) 'never.' 'i swear it.' never. never. never. [fireworks exploding] mr. muller? ng into port. oh, you mean...ow! ooh. yeah. any of you fellows seen my head floating a