Dorothy: I won't be seeing Geoffrey anymore. He's leaving town.
Rose: I knew it. The minute I heard you were dating a sailor, I said to myself there'll be nothing but heartaches.
Those swabbies drift into port, park their diddies on your doorstep, show you some tricks they learnt in the Orient and then it's, "Avast, me hearties," and they shove off with a serpent tattoo and your heart as souvenirs.
Dorothy: You've been reading Treasure Island again, Rose.
Rose: I know this from my ancestors. The Vikings were a seafaring people, you know.
Dorothy: They also wore horns on their head and metal brassieres.