Billy Sunday:
[Billy douses Carl with water wile he's sleeping]
Rise and shine, cookie. Time for trainin'.
[Carl spits out water, he next is seen running out of the cabin but Billy sprays him with a water hose]

Billy Sunday:
Are you familiar with the principle of Boyle's Law?
Carl Brashear:
[on the ground all wet]
The what?
[Billy sprays him again]

Billy Sunday:
I didn't hear you're answer.
[he sprays Carl again]

Billy Sunday:
Come on, cookie. Get up.
[he picks up Carl and drags him over to a barrel filled with water]

Billy Sunday:
Boyle's Law states that, at a constant temperature, the volume of a confined ideal gas varies inversely with it's pressure!
[he dunks Carls head in]

Billy Sunday:
Now why is this law important in divin'?
Carl Brashear:
I don't know, Chief!
Billy Sunday:
[continues to dunk his head as he speaks]
You don't know and you ain't ever gonna know, 'cause you're just some dumb dirt nigger from Podunk! I know you. Your sweet smell hung in every bunk and Goddamn shack I ever lived in. Your nigger face stared at me every time we had to leave 'cause your daddy could farm it cheaper then mine. Mine drank himself into a $7 casket, but that ain't ever gonna happen to me because I'm a master diver! And maybe you'll remember that next time you imply we got *anything* in common! You read me, cookie?
[Carl coughs up water]
Riportata da il 05/03/2025 alle ore 12:34

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