"A good wife"—snarled Bogart in the voice he uses to say, 'Drop the gun, Louie,'—"a good wife sails where her husband sails."
"I know," shot back his good wife, "and I throw up. I tried. God knows I tried. I don't think even Hump-phrey (she gave the pronunciation a contemptuous inflection) can deny that. I tried to love it, but I just don't. There are no eight ways about it. I get positively green and then Bogie leers at me and says, 'How would you like a nice warm cup of fish?' "
Bogie let it pass. "The trouble with sailing out here," he went on, "is that you have no places to go. On the Sound back East, you have all those places. Out here, you're out in the ocean immediately. You can sail to Catalina. You can sail to Catalina and back. You can go to the islands off the coast. That's it. Also, you don't really have different kinds of weather. In the summer we got a westerly that comes up at the same time and the same place every day—almost like a trade wind. In the winter it storms and blows some—but by and large you got a better class of sailors in the East. There's nothing wrong with 'em out here. On the International 14s and the Snipes and Stars, we got some good boys. The Star class is probably the best racing machine there is for a test of man against man. But we don't have the classes they have back East.
"Actually, I took up sailing when I found out I was beginning to throw clubs on the golf course. I used to play to a six-handicap in golf. I've been taking it up a little again. I think I could get down to an 11-handicap."
Is the Rat Pack specifically barred from the Santana, Bogart was asked.
"Not at all," sneered Bogart. "It just isn't any place for a Rat. I take Mike [Romanoff] occasionally. He always shows up in costume. Mike has a costume for everything. But he's always correct. He shows up absolutely what you call 'yar.' He has a yachting costume which looks like it was out of those old historical archives—you know, showing the royal family of the czars at Sevastopol or on the Black Sea. But it's correct stuff and Mike has the rubber-soled shoes, the nautical cravat and a stickpin in it. He also has a basket of champagne and food from his restaurant. You have the feeling Anastasia will be along soon.
" Sinatra? Frankie's definitely not a sailor. Frankie's got to have lots of action—plenty of room to move around in. The minute you'd drop anchor, Frankie would start to pace around the boat like a caged animal.
"I figure you can stay around the bars five days a week and drink and hell around, why fuss up a nice day on the sea? The minute I get on a boat I can feel this [tapping the nape of the neck] loosen up. My boat never has a woman aboard, which means we have a pretty good poker game and pretty good talk. You know, about politics and other things besides pictures. This way we can talk pretty good patois. You know, sailors have patois like doctors—certain lingo, certain names for things."
Doesn't his wife mind his being away each nonworking weekend?
"I had it out with her," snarled Bogart. "I told her, 'Any time you want to come aboard there's a berth for you, and your clothes are on board.' But she gets sick and squeamish and she has children and the house to run."