Duke: I 'll not deny I 've given her a thought. Usual, wives is nuisances—naggin' at yer fer sixpences. But sometimes I does get lonesome on a wet night when there are nothin' ter do. I need someone ter hand me down me boots. Betsy 'd make a kinder cozy wife. Could yer learn her ter make grog?
Darlin': Aye.
Duke: I might do worse. And roast pig that crackles?
Darlin': I could learn her.
Duke: I might do worser. I 'd marry you, Darlin'—
Darlin': Dearie!
Duke: But yer gettin' on. Patch might marry yer. He 's only got one eye.
Darlin': (with scorn). Patch!
Duke: I 'll not deny I 've been considerin' leetle Betsy. I was thinkin' about it this mornin' as I was cleanin' me boot. Wives cleans boots. I 'm the sort o' sailorman she would be sure ter like.
Darlin': And what about the pub?