"Come, come, I can't permit you so much latitude!"
"If you knew your map ye'd know that the further north ye go the closer the lines of latitude are drawn."
"Speaking of maps, I wish you'd tell me exactly where we are?"
"Faith, where I am is exactly what I'm trying to find out—how far I've gone with you."
"Do be sensible, if you can, and tell me where we are sitting, geographically speaking."
"Geographically speaking, we are sitting on the provisional boundary between our respective nations."
"Oh! Please don't add it is called provisional because one stops here for provisions."
"At any rate, provisions don't stop here long. Here, I've saved ye the last bean."
"Thanks. I take my bean wherever I find it."
"Good! Now will ye poach on my preserves?"