"We liked it. We like being noticed. What breaks our hearts is being ignored by a proud people."
"How about Bunker Hill?"
"Ah, yes. How true. But if he'd been a good Amurrican you'd call him Bunker G. Hill, or Bunker Zee Hill, eh?"
"It was a battle, and you ran like rabbits."
"Eh? Did we smell some beer? At the slightest whiff of beer we outleap the longest rabbit. Makes me thirsty to think of. Wish I'd been there. Pussie, where is Bunker V. Hill? There may be some beer left."
"Boston, of course."
"Boston. We've got a little town named after it. And where's Boston?"
"You ain't so ignorant as that. Wall, I reckon it's the capital of New England."
"Oh, we've got a place named after New England, too. Let's see—oh, yes, isn't it run, like ours, by the Irish?"
"You make me sick."