Jack. I'll do it myself—
Schmidt. You?
Jack. Of course. Why can't I do it? Why can't I do it right along?
Schmidt. Vot? Take her place?
Jack. Certainly. Let her go home and stay.
Belle. No, no! I can't give up.
Jack. It won't be giving up. It'll be resting. I'll bring you the money—I can pay you back that way.
Belle. But how will you live?
Jack. I don't know. I'll make out. He'll feed me. (To Schmidt.) You give me a chance. I'll show you what I can do. Here (takes Belle's apron and puts it on). Now, then—bring on your customers! I've been a waiter all my life!
Belle. I can't let you.