You don't want them,--I'll give 'em
to Bert.
GEORGE. No, you won't.
MINNIE. I was silly. But we had a good time while it lasted,--didn't
we, George?
(She evades him deftly, and picks up the life-preserving suit.)
What's this?--a full dress uniform?
GEORGE. When a submarine gets you, all you've got to do is to jump
overboard and blow this--
(He draws the siren from the pocket and starts to blow it, but she
seizes his hand.)
--and float around until a destroyer picks you up.
(Takes from another pocket a metal lunch box.)
This is for pate de foie gras sandwiches, and there's room in here--
(Indicating another pocket.)
--for a bottle of fizz. Come along with me, Minnie, ship as a Red Cross
nurse, and I'll buy you one. The Atlantic wouldn't be such a bad place,
with you,--and we wouldn't be in a hurry to blow the siren. You'd look
like a peach in a white costume, too.
MINNIE. Don't you like me in this?
GEORGE. Sure, but I'd like that better.
MINNIE. I'd make a good nurse, if I do say it myself. And I'd take good
care of you, George,--as good as any of them.
(She nods toward the pillow and pincushion.)
GEORGE. Better!
(He seizes her hands and attempts to draw her toward him.
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