Just tar for the nets, lampoil and the like.

The street is paved with asphalt.

Stand by with the canvas and tar.

And there was a small tar stain on the mat, and some of the fibers show that as well.

Cover the hatch with canvas. Tar it down.

You've got yourselves a whole road of tarring to do.

Nobody could live through that. Back to Berlin.

But the tar would be black.

It was oil.

No salt, no pepper, no oil, no spices.

No lard, no sugar.

MP Nope. Nothing's in my pockets. Nurse Okay.

I been thinking that Abilene just ain't.

In fact, it's as large as Western Europe, but it only has 300 miles of paved roads.

The paint won't dry.

Are we through to Berlin? Not yet, sir.

Cumberland didn't make it.

It's sort of funny, you being out of gas. I mean, Shell Oil and everything.

If there's an air raid on Berlin we won't get any connection.

You have any trouble getting out of East Berlin?

An asphalt road connects Lachin with both Stepanakert Khankendi and Armenia.

Like being Plato's friend when nobody else liked him.

She doesn't wear it much on account of it makes her neck green.

You never answered the telegram...

And gratefully, it didn't.

Without those drums, the boat must be lighter.

Some people say there are not oil plumes.

Oil next week, perhaps.

No, but I had a little trouble in West Berlin.

We'd have made improvements around here, oil or no oil.

There is no free market for oil.

He hasn't got any money. Not since he went into the oil business.

I'm sorry, sir. We have no cream. Can it be without milk?

Finished gasoline.

We ran out of gas.

It's almost empty. Very good, sir.

They're running out of gas.

No one was interested in oil spills.

Printing ink is in short supply.

And we're out of kerosene.

I seem to be out of gas.

Looks like we ran out of gasoline.

Straight from the vines of Olympus. Your Sicilian vintages will pale to nothing.

I'm out of gas. I reported low about an hour ago.

I'll head the tarandfeather party personally!