 Then she don't know that old devil C. She don't know a father like me. This girl now will be marrying a sailor herself, likely, huh? It's in the blood. No, my God, she don't do that. Hey, look out, you're not going to spill my suds for me. Oh, what's up with you? Ain't you a sailor yourself now and always been? That's just why I say it. Sailor is all right, fella, but not for married girl.