You know what you look like to me with your
good slip and bad boat? You look like a rube ...
a well-scrubbed, hustling rube ... with little taste.

Good nutrition has given you some length of bone,
but you're not more than one generation from poor
white trash, are you, Booby? And that ignorance you've
tried so desperately to shed ... pure lubber ...

What is your father, dork? Is he a coal miner? Does
he stink of the lamp? You know how quickly the boys
found you, all those tedious sticky fumblings in the
backseats of cars while you could only dream of
getting out, getting anywhere, getting all the way to
L.I.S.

S.Simon - a Captain who knows his movies