I'm sweating.

We're all sweating. But I hate sweating.

[ Sighs ] It's good for my cold.

You seem nervous. No, you're a great driver.

He shot me down in cold blood.

After months of sweating, growing short on provisions and finding nothing...

Figured he'd let us do his sweating for him, did he?

That's 30 years of sweating, of bleeding, laughing at stupid admirals' jokes,

Well, I don't know. You just seem sort of nervous.

They're cold because of the North Pole! Get it?

...the sooner we'll be back in town drinking cold beer.

No sweat, Lieutenant. This oughta get you just about anywhere on Pearl or Hickam.

Well, first off, I'm going to a Turkish bath and I'm gonna sweat and soak...

That'd be your chance to pack up and leave us in the cold.

You can have the Worlogog when you pry it from my cold hands.

Nervous? Oh, look, Mandy, why don't you go in there and put some clothes on,

Well, neither do I, but I bet you it's cold enough to raise goose bumps on your butt just thinking about it.