It seems a trifle small for two grown men.
Well, if you're going to go whaling, you better get used to that sort of thing. Why, look at that bed. It's the biggest bed in the house. I've soundly slept in that bed many a night. Plenty of room!
Mind you, I'm not complaining, Mr. Coffin, it's just I'd like to know what sort of man I'd be sharing it with.
Well, uh, the harpooner I may be able to find someplace else for tonight.
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