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| - (in Stockton Harbor, Maine) DAVE BARRETT: (over ship-to-shore radio) Stockton Harbor, Stockton Harbor, come in. Requesting clearance. MURRAY HARKINS: Tide is coming in strong. Pulling a fog bank in from the east. It's close to shore, so watch yourself and take it slow. DAVE BARRETT: (over ship-to-shore radio) Copy that. We see it up ahead. Looks like pea soup. MURRAY HARKINS: Maintain a bearing at three-five-eight. I've hung a lantern out for you. (music box tune plays) (in Chinatown, NY) DAN LIANG: Did I tell you? Mia's friend June is coming too. Seriously, one-hundred percent hot.
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| - (in Stockton Harbor, Maine) DAVE BARRETT: (over ship-to-shore radio) Stockton Harbor, Stockton Harbor, come in. Requesting clearance. MURRAY HARKINS: Tide is coming in strong. Pulling a fog bank in from the east. It's close to shore, so watch yourself and take it slow. DAVE BARRETT: (over ship-to-shore radio) Copy that. We see it up ahead. Looks like pea soup. MURRAY HARKINS: Maintain a bearing at three-five-eight. I've hung a lantern out for you. (music box tune plays) (in Chinatown, NY) DAN LIANG: Did I tell you? Mia's friend June is coming too. Seriously, one-hundred percent hot. SHEN CHAN: Uh-huh? (electronic beep) It's about to come on! DAN LIANG: Shen, are you seriously not coming? SHEN CHAN: Dude, when I crack this thing, They are gonna write books about me. [music box tune plays] (in Merrimack County, New Hampshire) LAIRD WOOMER: Hey, Beck. You want a tea? Love one. BECKY WOOMER: Hey, Aaron. You gonna make mommy a tea? (chuckles) (electronic beep) It's starting. LAIRD WOOMER: Okay, I'll leave you alone. (electronic beeping. female speaking in native language. music box tune plays. grunting) DAVE BARRETT: (over ship-to-shore radio) Captain Barrett to Fort Point Light Station. Come in. Over. (gasps) Fort Point, we're lost in the fog bank. We can't see the light. Over. Fort Point, are you there? This is ‘’Swedish Fish’’. Come in. Murray, it's Dave. I've got no eyes out here. DAN LIANG: Hey, I forgot my I.D. Dude. Shen? LAIRD WOOMER: Becky. BECKY WOOMER: Stay away from me. LAIRD WOOMER: Whoa. BECKY WOOMER: I said stay back! Who are you? LAIRD WOOMER: It's me, Laird. (baby Aaron cries) BECKY WOOMER: Who am I?
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