"We only get fields and woods on our side.

I can't see anything at all for your heads.

You might move.

What selfish pigs you are! Well, I don't care; I'm going to talk." "You have been talking already.

You've never stopped, in fact," remarked Beth Broadway, proffering a swiftly disappearing packet of pear drops with a generosity born of the knowledge that all sweets would be confiscated on arrival at The Woodlands.
"I know I have, but that was merely by the way.