ou 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.