[Sorry to say, old man, Freddy doesn't see a thing so he keeps on talking.]

I want one. Lightweight. Something that fits under all this, real subtle, you know Superman-like.

[He gestures over his own casual clothing though he isn't going to pantomime pulling his shirt open.] Me, him, and a spare and I won't get you a life raft for your birthday.

[Larry probably won't get that reference. There are some things he hasn't told the old man because it's one of the few times he ever saw Saya genuinely get bent out of shape.]