That movie is funny as shit!

Listen : I say we signed, and there's no unsigning. And the voyage is never completed, though some may ask What creature is this, with the sea through his eyes looking[?] […] We signed and there's no unsigning. Hell, no, but she rolls And she rolls us like foam from her flanks, the gay mulatto.

The minister knew well that he was himself enshrined within the stainless sanctity of her heart, which hung its snowy curtains about his image, imparting to religion the warmth of love, and to love a religious purity.

Oh, cried her ladyship, I see the whole ménage; they will take a first floor over a baker's shop, to save fire, and live upon red herrings during the week, with a mutton chop by way of meat on a Sunday.