The Cruise (aka The Bickersons At Sea)

I was like, leading with an outboard motor. It's him! You're my late! What was the matter, legend? Mid-ocean without listening to that whining and snoring and rasting. They're going over three hours.

I wish you could hear it. I hear it. Must be that fat guy in the next cabin. Isn't it this fat guy and all it's you? You've been snoring like a man who's choking at death.

Not me. Never snoring. You snore so now they stop the boat twice. What for? Well, they thought the bills pumped were clogged with seaweed. I'm going to sleep, Angel. Oh, sorry, I came on this trip. I can cry.

Why did you make me go? I made you go. You were the one who didn't want to offend your cousin, you. I thought you said she was wealthy, Blanche. She is. She's heir to her father's theme ship line.

She's a hostess on a live bait boat. Line a honeymoon cruise on a fishing scowl. I still say it was nice of her to invite us. What do you mean invite us? The charge against $4 a couple.

I have to bring our own news. Well, it was a beautiful wedding, and you and us looked lovely. Lovely. First time I ever saw a bride with a crew haircut. One of you saw anything, the way you strapped yourself to the bar.

Don't worry, I saw you with that bunch of no-good friends of yours making fun of the ceremony. You and your jokes about matrimony. Or what up? You're a fine one to talk about, Matrimony. You don't even know the meaning of the word.

It's not a word, it's a sentence. She's bad about you. I suppose you told those ruffnecks I forced you into this, Mary. Did I ever run after you? Blanche, I want to sleep. Answer me.