 Let's have a look at him. Strike a match with him. Here, here. No use in this wind. He can't say a thing. Hey, this isn't our pilot. He's Chinese. Be quiet, Wellington. Well, I can't help it. We look such fools standing about striking matches over a corpse. He isn't much of a beauty, is he? Look, he's becoming cool. They hate you for striking. They say... Can you understand him, Conway? Otherwise, you're... Hungry lark. Shut up.