Ensign Keith overheard one of the lazy and unkempt sailors in the crew comically joking about why it would not be wise o scrape the rust from the aging, shabby, rust-bucket destroyer:They're makin' a mistake scrapin' this ship.And here was the field where Dan Tobin's bullock chased you.It was a lovely little house, Seaneen.And the roses! Well, your father used to tease me about them.But he was that proud of them too.The coachman quips: "That's nothin' but a wee, humble cottage." Sean asks about the owner of the small cottage: "That little place across the brook, that humble cottage - who owns it now?" After being told that the widow Mrs." Its movement upward puzzles the fishes.The shell is rescued, picked up by a steamer, and towed to a French port.(The scientists are greeted in Paris by a general ovation/grand march of Marines and the French fire brigade for their happy return, including the retrieved rocket shell.Helen: He's a sick person.It's as though there was something wrong with his heart or his lungs.You wouldn't walk out on him if he had an attack.He needs our help.Wick: He won't accept our help.Not Don, he hates us.He wants to be alone with that bottle of his.It's all he gives a hang about.Why kid ourselves? He's a hopeless alcoholic.The scene dissolves back to a close-up of the surface of the bar counter where twelve damp rings are now visible - double he amount of drinks consumed from before.