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...didn't hit it off from the start, I had food poisoning for the first week of the shoot. Literally, the day before shooting, I decided to get a sarsparilla root beer with no preservatives and I was like, "Whoa. This tastes good. Must be the sarsparilla. Glug glug glug." And then, "Hey Sean, I have food poisoning...
...some t'ings dey shouldna got but we like dem quand-meme: like Corona beer ($2.50) . . . Ooo-wee! You squeeze dat lime and glug-glug-glug! You ain't tasted nothin' better! Rien!. . . and Hurricanes ($2.95). . . Cay-john as Chop Suey, but dey just like dem ones at Pat O'Brien's in dey Vieux Carre, and you drink two o'those, you say, "Doucement!," start feelin' like a nutria gettin' whomped on dey head! And I tell you what - C'est vrai, babe! - Dey teach dat Scorpion Bowl how to sting! Put one o' dem in your shoe...
...submarines "implode" (burst apart at the seams to the detriment of their crews), but others survive to pump the hull of the 900-foot liner full of foam ("Gillette Foamy is rich and thick enough..."). A few dynamite charges shake the hull free of the bottom and then, glug, glug, glug, here she comes, surging to the surface where she sits, muddy and wet but otherwise unharmed...
...Navy, ever more sophisticated, has developed something called the DSRV, capable of glug-glugging down to distressed subs, latching onto their escape hatches and lifting sailors to the surface. This time, though, the U.S.S. Neptune is lying in a deep ocean trench, subject to slides of rock and silt from farther up this underwater canyon. These slides 1) cover up the escape hatch and 2) keep shoving Neptune over to an angle where the DSRV can't latch onto that hatch. The screen writers must resort to their imaginations, concocting an experimental two-man sub that can clear...
...devils down at the KGB sitting listening to all the parties tonight and not a drop to drink," said one Western diplomat, raising another glass. A few minutes later the phone rang and the host answered. He heard no voice-only the unmistakable pop of a cork and the glug-glug pouring of champagne. Then the callers, anonymous as ever, hung...