 It's a hard and lonesome life to see, is it? The only woman you'd meet on the ports of the world who'd be willing to speak you a kind word isn't a woman at all. You know the kind I mean. They're a poor, wicked lot, God forgive them. They're looking to steal the money from you only. Well, I guess I better go see what's doing inside. Hey, don't go, I'm saying. Isn't I giving you some offense by the talk of the like of them? Well, don't heed it at all. I'm clumsy in my wits when it comes to talking proper with a girl the like of you. And why shouldn't I be?