Lightoller: Crows nest, this is the bridge. Keep an eye peeled for ice.
Fleet: (sung)Yes, sir, that I will, sir.
Lightoller: Mr. Fleet, if you have enough starlight, use the glasses.
Fleet:If you mean the binoculars, sir, they ain't here. They never was.
Lightoller: What do you mean, Mr. Fleet? They're supposed to be there.
Fleet: (sung) It looks like somebody forgot them, sir.