HODGES: We can't go on much longer, sir. We haven't eaten since the fifth day.
MORLEY: We're done for, we're done for!
LIEUTENANT: Shut up, Morley.
HODGES: We've got to keep hoping. Someone may find us.
LEWIS: How we feeling, Captain?
CAPTAIN: Not too good. I...I feel so weak.
MORLEY: We can't hold out much longer.
CAPTAIN: Listen...chaps...there's still a chance. I'm...done for, I've...got a gamey leg and I'm going fast; I'll never get through. But...some of you might. So...you'd better eat me.
HODGES: Eat you, sir?
CAPTAIN: Yes. Eat me.
HODGES: Ewwww! With a gamey leg?
CAPTAIN: You don't eat the leg, HODGES. There's still plenty of good meat. Look at that arm.
MORLEY: It's not just the leg, sir.
CAPTAIN: What do you mean?
MORLEY: Well, sir...it's just that
CAPTAIN: Why don't you want to eat me?
MORLEY: I'd. I'd, I'd rather eat Johnson, sir!
HODGES: So would I, sir.
LEWIS: Definitely.
CAPTAIN: I see.
JOHNSON: I'm not an hors doeuvre, everyone's gonna eat me!
LIEUTENANT: Uh, well.
MORLEY: What, sir?
LIEUTENANT: Go ahead, please, but I won't
MORLEY: Oh nonsense, sir, you're starving.
LIEUTENANT: No, no, it's not that.
MORLEY: What's the matter with Johnson, sir?
LIEUTENANT: Well, he's not kosher.
MORLEY: That depends how we kill him, sir.
LIEUTENANT: Yes, that's true. But to be perfectly frank I...I like my meat a little more lean. I'd rather eat Hodges.
HODGES: Blimey! Oh well, all right.
MORLEY (sulking): I still prefer Johnson.
CAPTAIN: I wish you'd all stop bickering and eat me!
LEWIS: Look. I tell you what. Those who want to can eat Johnson. And you, sir (to Lieutenant), can have my leg. And we make some stock from the Captain, and then we'll have Johnson cold for supper.
CREW: (cacophonous, all at once)
CAPT: Hmm, yes, good idea.
MORL: Excellent thinking, very good.
LIEUT: I don't suppose we could have Hodges in the morning?
HODGES: Good idea, yes.
JOHN: Wonderful menu. Yes.