Yes, yes. She was quite a boat, the True Love, wasn't she?
Was, and is.
My, she was yar.
She was yar alright. I wasn't, was I?
Not very. Oh, you were good at the bright work, though.
I made her shine. Where is she now?
I'm gonna sell it to Ruth Watrous.
You're gonna sell the True Love, for money?
Sure...Oh well, what's it matter? When you're through with a boat, you're through. Besides, it was only comfortable for two people. Unless you want her.
No, no I don't want her.
Well, I'm designing another one anyway, along more practical lines.
What'll you call her?
I thought the True Love II. What do you think?
Dexter, if you call any boat that, I promise you I'll blow you and it out of the water. I'll tell you what you can call her if you like...in fond remembrance of me, the Easy Virtue.
Shut up, Red! I can't have you thinking things like that about yourself.
Well, what am I supposed to think when I - Oh I don't know. I don't know anything any more.
That sounds very hopeful, Red. That sounds just fine.
