Gloria (advancing). As we do not seem able to be married on land, Mr. Hargrave, Mr. Kent and I have decided to try the water. We are sailing this evening.
Jack. You are not sailing in those trunks, Gloria?
Gloria. Mr. Hargrave, I am a lady. Those are not trunks, those are my new hats.
Dill. My idea, sir. It's to pass the custom house.
Jack. Would you like a sail across the pond, dear? I know some capital fish stories, and can show you where they catch the most gigantic fish. Father caught a whale there or something of the sort.
Kathryn. A shark, Jack, a shark, I'm sure.
Jack. Well whatever it was we're quite safe. Whenever they strike a leak or the ship gets too heavy they push all the women off into the little boats.
Hargrave. What boat are you sailing on, may I ask?
Gloria. The Baltic, Mr. Hargrave.
Hargrave (to Jane). I feel a little lonely, my dear. Don't you think we might try a sail ourselves?