 I'm after hearing a lot of it from you, and a lot more than Anna's told me you'd be saying to her. And I'm thinking it's a poor, weak thing you are, and not a man at all. Well, you see, if I'm man, maybe quicker than you think. Oh, yeah, Rod, don't be boasting. I'm thinking just out of your wits you got. Hey, with fright of the sea, you'd be wishing Anna married to a farmer, she told me. That'd be a sweet match, surely. Would you have a fine girl the like of Anna lying down at nights with a muddy scut stinking of pigs and dung?