*Gale trying to reassure his crew mates that they'll make it to Africa*
Gale: All right boys, look, we're in a bad situation here, I know that
*Crew waiting for a motivating speech*
Gale: But, I've been jammed with bigger things in tighter spots than this
Lt.Friedkin: ....I bet you have
Crew, horrified: .... we're all gonna die!
Gale: ....??
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