Pacific Liner (1939)

Victor McLaglen: Crusher McKay

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Quotes 

• Crusher McKay : [talking to new man Bilson]  Now when I was feeding fire boxes, I kept my ears and eyes wide open, till I made the engine room and got a certificate. Now, what I'm gonna give you ain't from books.

  Gallagher : 'Tis out of a hot air valve.

  [new man Wishart laughs] 

• Crusher McKay : [singing to himself 'The Tattooed Lady']  I paid a bob to see, a Scotch tattooed lady. Tattooed from head to knee, she was a sight to see. And over her jaw was a British man-of-war. And upon her back was a Union Jack, could anyone ask for more? And up and down her spine, with the royal horse guards in line...

• Crusher McKay : [reading from the ship's newsletter]  Well, here's the news. "The Perseus Tea was a signal success. Entertainment honors goes to Mr. Jeff Billings, whose collection of Chinese toys and puzzles are the wonder of passengers and crew."

  [the crew react] 

  Crusher McKay : "Lady Precious Dream, Mrs. Brackethale's blue ribbon Pekingese, is at present under the expert care of Nurse Ann Grayson, due to a mild case of laryngitis." Lucky dog!

  [laughs] 

  Wishart : Aw, those people ain't worth freightin'... the rotten fluffs. They ain't worth killin' ourselves to make time for.

  Crusher McKay : We ain't doing it for them. We're doin' it 'cause, uh... because... We're carryin' cargo, ain't we?

  Wishart : Embroideries and *tea.* It's a cryin' shame, I suppose, if there's a shortage of tiffin and doilies.

• Doctor Craig : One of these days you're going to splatter like a ripe tomato. I'm telling you. You're going get a haircut that's going to make Samson's look bushy.

  Crusher McKay : That guy was bald. He used to work for me.

• Crusher McKay : You're like a breath of...

  Ann Grayson : Formaldehyde.

  Crusher McKay : Uh, I was gonna say Wurzburger.

  Ann Grayson : [chuckles]  You're still very lyrical, Mr. McKay.

• Doctor Craig : [to Ann, while seeing McKay after McKay has recovered from cholera]  I always thought he needed a nurse. Humor him, but don't let him kid you he's any tin god because he isn't. He's a - - he's just a stale old man with low blood pressure.

  Crusher McKay : [furious, McKay sits up from bed]  Why, you pit brain! You backwards son of a scrubber flea. Why, I've had hangovers worse than this! You think you pulled me through it, you high-scuffing little barrel of bilge. Why, me and Annie did this, so that I could tell you what a scurvy, thistle-riggin', invisible peewee you are! Why, you dirty little - - why, why you're, you're the sty on the eye of a flea on the fly of a n-nit on the neck of a gnat! Why, if I could find words to express, I'd -...

  Ann Grayson : [laughing]  Yes, yes, that's enough poetry, McKay.