tomorrow we sail for murmansk. - murmansk? - i have received wireless. admiral gurevitch is flying in to accept boat 73 for the baltic fleet. - baltic fleet? - hey, you can't do that to us! - this is kidnapping! - it's called lend-lease, comrade. i go to complete my report. - you're going to love murmansk, quint. it's a fun town. - but, but, captain, you can't hand them over the 73! - he's right, we're not going to go. so, you can see, quint, i'm a reasonable man. - come on, you geniuses, think! we've got to come up with something in a hurry. - if we could only make her understand what this is going to do to the outfit. - how? it's like talking to a battleship. - well, if i can talk to her man to man--i mean, man to woman. - what woman? she don't even know she's a dame. - if she did, i could make her understand. - oh, come on, lover boy, don't start any--hey, virgil here can sweet-talk a dame into anything, right? - yeah, yeah. - yeah, skip. - a dame, yes, skip. but she's got about as much sex appeal as a sherman tank. - you can say that again. - true, t