Alright, have it your way. I like your cookin'
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Thomas Wake:
Yer fond of me lobster aint' ye? I seen it - yer fond of me lobster! Say it! Say it. Say it!Ephraim Winslow:I don't have to say nothin'.Thomas Wake:Damn ye! Let Neptune strike ye dead Winslow! HAAARK!Thomas Wake:Hark Triton, hark! Bellow, bid our father the Sea King rise from the depths full foul in his fury! Black waves teeming with salt foam to smother this young mouth with pungent slime, to choke ye, engorging your organs til' ye turn blue and bloated with bilge and brine and can scream no more - only when he, crowned in cockle shells with slitherin' tentacle tail and steaming beard take up his fell be-finned arm, his coral-tine trident screeches banshee-like in the tempest and plunges right through yer gullet, bursting ye - a bulging bladder no more, but a blasted bloody film now and nothing for the harpies and the souls of dead sailors to peck and claw and feed upon only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite waters of the Dread Emperor himself - forgotten to any man, to any time, forgotten to any god or devil, forgotten even to the sea, for any stuff for part of Winslow, even any scantling of your soul is Winslow no more, but is now itself the sea!Ephraim Winslow:Alright, have it your way. I like your cookin'
Yer fond of me lobster aint' ye? I seen it - yer fond of me lobster! Say it! Say it. Say it!Ephraim Winslow:I don't have to say nothin'.Thomas Wake:Damn ye! Let Neptune strike ye dead Winslow! HAAARK!Thomas Wake:Hark Triton, hark! Bellow, bid our father the Sea King rise from the depths full foul in his fury! Black waves teeming with salt foam to smother this young mouth with pungent slime, to choke ye, engorging your organs til' ye turn blue and bloated with bilge and brine and can scream no more - only when he, crowned in cockle shells with slitherin' tentacle tail and steaming beard take up his fell be-finned arm, his coral-tine trident screeches banshee-like in the tempest and plunges right through yer gullet, bursting ye - a bulging bladder no more, but a blasted bloody film now and nothing for the harpies and the souls of dead sailors to peck and claw and feed upon only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite waters of the Dread Emperor himself - forgotten to any man, to any time, forgotten to any god or devil, forgotten even to the sea, for any stuff for part of Winslow, even any scantling of your soul is Winslow no more, but is now itself the sea!Ephraim Winslow:Alright, have it your way. I like your cookin'
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I seen it You're fond of me lobster
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Say it
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Say it
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Say it
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I don't have to say nothin'
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Damn ye
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Let Neptune strike ye dead winslow
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Hark
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Hark triton hark
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Bellow bid our father the sea king
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rise from the depths full foul in his fury
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black waves teeming with salt foam
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to smother this young mouth with pungent slime
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to choke ye engorging your organs till ye turn blue and bloated
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with bilge and brine and can scream no more
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Only when he crowned in cockle shells
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with slithering tentacled tail and steaming beard
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take up his fell be finned arm
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his coral tined trident screeches
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banshee like in the tempest
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and plunges right through your gullet
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bursting ye a bulging bladder no more
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but a blasted bloody film now
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a nothing for the harpies and the souls of dead sailors
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to peck and claw and feed upon
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only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite waters
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of the dread emperor himself
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forgotten to any man
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to any time
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forgotten to any god or devil forgotten even to the sea
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for any stuff or part of winslow even any scantling of your soul
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is winslow no more
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but is now itself the sea
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All right Have it your way
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I like your cooking
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Movie Summary
Two lighthouse keepers try to maintain their sanity while living on a remote and mysterious New England island in the 1890s.
