Must be tough for you, Anne, drawing men after you just by walking down the road.

Don't be mean!

Heh heh.

But...

I remember how you'd always drive them off for me, Mary.

Hey!

You knaves!

You've got a big swinging pair, laying hands on my woman.

You want her that badly?

I'd love to see you try to take her.

You spineless cowardly dogs.