"Put me down Spot," Anne whispered, "We could go a lot faster an' we would have less of a worry a bein' seen."
"Wait! When did dis happen?" Spot, asked totally confused at her accent. She quickly clamped a hand over his mouth, "Ya wanna wake up da whole neighborhood an' let all a da Bronx know we's here? Ya dummy! Let's just say dat I have changed because I found meself back dere," and paused.
"Ise not even gunna ask what dat means... I have neva' understood goils and I neva' will," Spot laughed and continued to carry her through the alleyway.
"Now put me down Spot!" Anne ordered him, "Me ribs don't hurt too much anymore, only when I breath or yell at you. Which, our problem could be solved if you'd put me down!" she continued.
"Alroight, alroight!" Spot paused, setting her on her feet, "I still says dat you are not in da condition for walkin'," he continued in an undertone, "besides I was kinda enjoyin' meself."
"What?" she asked, not hearing the last part of his sentence. Seeing that he did not answer her question she replied, "I am gunna need some support though."
He quickly wrapped an arm around her waist for support. "Dat betta?" Spot asked, receiving a simple nod as they continued through the many back alleys of New York.
They continued talking the same, sometimes getting quite loud with arguments at each other and waking up a few very unhappy occupants of the apartments.