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Naval Doctor: [Unable to find a heartbeat] Be a good boy now and tell the doctor where your heart is.
Melvin Jones: You'll find out. I'm no stool pigeon.
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Lt. Saunders: Everybody should donate to the blood bank. What type are you?
Melvin Jones: Oh, the quiet type. I go to bed at nine o'clock, see a movie now and then, read some books, play checkers...
Lt. Saunders: No! I mean what kind of blood have you?
Melvin Jones: Red.
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Melvin Jones: Why d'ya put the bandage on my hand before ya put the gloves on?
Al Crowthers: So when you hit'm, you won't break your knuckles.
Melvin Jones: Why don't you put some on my shoes so I won't wear them out from running away from him?
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Melvin Jones: Why, I was fighting Gene Tierney once, and...
Al Crowthers: Wait a minute! Don't you mean Gene Tunney?
Melvin Jones: [shouts] You fight who you want, I'll fight who I want!
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Al Crowthers: How many fights have ya had all together?
Melvin Jones: [Talking loudly in a punchy boxer's voice in order to frighten his opponent] Oh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...
[Al hits him']
Melvin Jones: When ya add 'em up together now, I had 101 fights.
Al Crowthers: Yup!
Melvin Jones: Oh, 101! I win 'em all but 100!
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Melvin Jones: Excuse me, handsome.
CPO Lardoski: Where do you get that handsome stuff?
Melvin Jones: Didn't I hear that man call you a pretty officer?
CPO Lardoski: [Growling] He said, "Petty officer."
[Melvin sticks his tongue out at him behind his back]
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