Cleats by Bill Hinds for January 31, 2002
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Transcript:
Edith: Look sharp, all of ye! There are whales hereabouts! Voice on tape: There she blows! There she blows! Edith: Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquerable whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from Hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake, I--I-- Voice on tape: A hump like a snow-hill! Coach Tippit: Inspired game chatter there, sweetie. Edith: I am so busted. Voice on tape: It is Moby Dick!
