Many years ago, I and several crew members along with our Captain were being discharged from our ratty old T-2 at Galena, TX. We all piled into the rental car-the fine old Danish Captain at the helm, of course. We were unusually polite and reserved for being freshly relieved sailors out of deference to our much admired and respected old gentleman Captain. The Captain asked if we were all present and ready to go. Upon the affirmative he said 'Very well, 3+1.' He placed the car in gear, hit the gas and instantly rammed into the concrete barrier ahead of us. We all went slack-jawed and bug-eyed yet kept dead quiet. The Captain shifted gears, maneuvered expertly out of the parking space and just as he shifted back into drive he paused and looked sheepishly over the back of the seat to us and said quietly in his thick Danish accent, 'LOUSHY BELLS!'