LT. DAN RUNS HIS HAND OVER SOME AREAS ON THE JENNY BELLE WHICH HAS BEEN NEARLY EATEN UP WITH TERMITES

This is not good, Gump. We can ill-afford this now. We're cash short, you know. Got it all tied up in the market. This Jenny's been way too long in dry dock. The bugs are all over her.

Hmm, kind of like the original human Jenny. But, I digress.

(beat)

Lt. Dan, is "cash short" anything like a box of chocolates?

I don't think so, Gump. I'm sure I'll regret this, but, why do you ask?

Oh, I was just thinking. And, for no particular reason, a box of chocolates just came to my brain.

(Lt. Dan just stares at Gump)

Gump, I really wasn't sure anything went through that space between your ears.

You know, Lt. Dan, my brain is like a box of chocolates.

(Lt. Dan grabs his face with both hands, pulling downward)

Why do you do it? Why do you ask some variation of that question all the time?!

Oh, no particular reason. Or, the sponsor thing. Remember? How about this one?: Repetitively nutty is as repetitively nutty does.

LT. DAN STOPS AND TURNS TO FACE GUMP

That might be poignant, but I don't think so.

LT. DAN AND GUMP ARE SITTING AROUND A TABLE WITH THEIR TAX PAPERS SPREAD OUT BEFORE THEM.

Gump, I'm afraid we're going to be audited this year.

My mama always said that stupid is as stupid does.

Must you continue to spout those tired old sayings? Don't you know how to react normally to the threat of an audit?

An audit is like a box of chocolates.

Oh, no.

You never know which financially subservient partner's going to take the fall when the Feds roll in.

`Nuf said.