Captain. Because we were on the coast of the Bay of Biscay when the vessel was wrecked.
Patrick. Throth, I was thinkin' so myself. And now, Captain jewel, it is I that wishes we had a gridiron.
Captain. Why, Patrick, what puts the notion of a gridiron into your head?
Patrick. Because I'm starving with hunger, Captain dear.
Captain. Surely you do not intend to eat a gridiron, do you?
Patrick. Ate a gridiron; bad luck to it! no. But if we had a gridiron, we could dress a beefsteak.
Captain. Yes; but where's the beefsteak, Patrick?
Patrick. Sure, couldn't we cut it off the pork?
Captain. I never thought of that. You are a clever fellow, Patrick. (Laughing.)