is the first part of a line from ”The Great Race” by Jack Lemon. The context is that he is marooned on a rapidly shrinking iceberg with Natalie Woods and Tony Curtis who has has told him to stop complaining. The rest of the line is “…I’m sure going to say something then.” Sounds like the Republican Party these days. Unfortunately at that point when you open your mouth to say something you are destined to drown.