"Hey!"
"Yeah?"
"What're you doin' down there?"
"What does it look like I'm doin' down here!"
"Well, y'ain't takin' a whiz...."
"Ha, ha, laugh it up..."
"You don't smell, so you ain't gettin' no shower..."
"If you got a rope, haul it down!"
"What kind of fool goes out in the middle of the night in a rainstorm and ends up there?"
"Shut up and throw me the rope!"
"I know! You were followin' the chocolate faery!"
"WILL YOU THROW ME THE DAMNED ROPE ALREADY?!?"
"Easy, easy, don't get your knickers in a twist..."
“Bucklin, I swear...."
"All right, here y'go."
"What the ---? This rope's..."
"It's functional, as Ezra would say! It's fine!"
"It's sticky!"
"Well, yeah...."
"How'd it -- no, wait. This is you. I don't want to know!"
"Ate lunch over at Sulabelle's. It's syrup."
“How'd syrup get on your rope?"
"Weellll, we were havin' a picnic and --"
"Stop right there. I do not wanna know."
"Aw, but Chris, she was one --"
"I. Do. Not. Want. To. Know!"
"All right, fine. There, you're up. What were you doin' down there, anyway?"
"*mumble*"
"Scuse me? Didn't quite catch that...."
"I was watchin' the stars."
"Well, that still don't explain.... Aw, Chris..."
"Don't you start... damn, Buck, I told you not to start laughin'!"
"You -- of all people -- wasn't payin' attention to where you were goin'!"
"It ain't funny!"
"Lucky that ledge was there, or you'd have gone right down... *snicker* Into the cactuses!"
"It ain’t funny!"
"Chris, why you walkin' funny?"
"None o'your business."
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