"I hate this."
"It is your fault, you know."
"My fault? How do you figure that?"
"You were the one that told Mister Waverly you would like some beach time to work on your tan."
"Forgot to stipulate a THRUSH-free beach, didn't I?"
"The sin of omission, my friend."
"I really must learn to be more specific."
"Yes, you must. Good news, Napoleon. I have spotted our mystery shooter's location."
"Return the favor, would you?"
"You mean shoot and miss him by about two feet?"
"No. Demonstrate for him how it's supposed to be done."
"Gladly."
