Military Woman. Your husband is a brute.
Policeman. Whose coat is this? Who threw this rag here?
Boy. It’s mine. I spread my coat there so that he doesn’t hurt himself so badly when he falls.
Policeman. Take it away.
(Two tourists armed with cameras contending for the same position.)
First Tourist. I wanted this place.
Second Tourist. You wanted it, but I got it.
First Tourist. You just came here. I have had this place for two days.
Second Tourist. Then why did you go without even leaving your shadow?
First Tourist. I wasn’t going to starve myself to death.