Character: Will Scarlet

- I've told you how I met Marian?
- Only about thirty times.
- Stole her father's horse.
- Thirty-first.

It's my choice. Win turned loss.

- Perhaps, detained you for a trifle?
- A drunk broke into the library.
- OOO, drunk-bibliophile.

- In the area you taller in the photo and smarter.
- You called me a stupid midget?

- What are you, Sheriff?
- No, I just-the Sheriff's wife.
- That blonde?

- I don't know what you're looking for, but you'd need to stock up on map.
- Yes, there was a map, thank you very much.
- Lost?
- No, not lost. Lies in my knapsack, unharmed.
- But the knapsack you buried and can't remember where.
Yes. Buried. Made a map of how to find a knapsack, and buried, with a knapsack. With every case.

Friendship with the son as the way to the heart of mother. NDA. A very subtle approach.

- Hey, what about my dinner, no one forgot?! Where sausages and potatoes?
- Enough water and cookies.
- Someone already helped themselves.
- I'm not contagious.
- What happiness.

Thought to what she bad apples. Red painfully sweet to cloying. Whether it green with their acidity.
Green - a solid bitterness.

- I don't like you.
- I'll drink to that.