My wallet was in my pocket when I boarded that tub in Hong Kong but, uh, somebody lifted...

Nick Cochran: [at the Customs checkpoint shortly after docking at Macao, explaining why he has no passport] My wallet was in my pocket when I boarded that tub in Hong Kong but, uh, somebody lifted it. Lt. Sebastian: That is most unfortunate, senor. Nick Cochran: Well, what happens now? Do I get deported, or thrown in the klink? Lt. Sebastian: Oh, neither, senor. This is a Portuguese colony - always friendly and hospitable. Have you any other means of identification? Nick Cochran: Yeah. This took me, uh, 3 years, 5 months and 26 days to get. [pulls out a document from his coat pocket and hands it to Lt. Sebastien, who looks it over] Lt. Sebastian: You served as a lieutenant in the Signal Corps of the United States... Unfortunately, Senor Cochran, this finely engraved document does not grant you the privilege of traveling free as a bird throughout the Orient. Nick Cochran: Yeah, I was afraid of that. Lt. Sebastian: I suggest you contact your consulate in Hong Kong. How long did you intend to remain in our city? Nick Cochran: That depends. Lt. Sebastian: On what? Nick Cochran: On a certain female... Lady Luck. Lt. Sebastian: I wish you well. It is our fond hope that all visitors to Macao should feel as untroubled here as Adam in the Garden of Eden. Nick Cochran: "Untroubled"? That ain't the way *I* heard it.