Bartre: Dorcas! So this is where you’ve been?
Bartre: Now, we fight!
Dorcas: …What? I don’t understand. Are we supposed to duel?
Bartre: Call it what you will, but now we fight! There comes a time when every man must test his mettle! So far, I’ve lost 58 against you and won 57, and I won’t lose today!
Dorcas: Fine. You know what? Why don’t we just say that you won this one, too?
Bartre: Idiot! How can you say that!? And you call yourself the toughest axeman alive?!
Dorcas: …I don’t remember ever saying that.
Bartre: Wait, Dorcas! Wait!
Bartre: Well, if it isn’t Dorcas! What are you doing here? Uhh… Is that a picture? Forgive me, but you don’t strike me as the artistic type!
Dorcas: You’re one to talk about looks… This is a picture of my…of Natalie.
Bartre: Ohh. I get it. She’s in the town square. Well, that’s real pretty.
Dorcas: I’d like to draw her in other settings, but she still can’t go far from the house…
Bartre: Hm. Right, her leg. I forgot your wife was sick. So…isn’t she getting any better?
Dorcas: She will…but it will take time, and it will take money. That’s why I left her–to work and save money.
Dorcas: But that is my affair, do not concern yourself…
Bartre: Well, that won’t do. It’s all for one, and one for all, is it not! I’ve an idea! Eliwood pays our wages, right? We’ll simply ask him for more!
Dorcas: Don’t be foolish.
Bartre: Yeah, but he owes us! Or Bartre here will tear him a new hide! I’ve been meaning to match knuckles with him anyway!
Dorcas: Leave it.
Bartre: Come on! It’s the least I could do!
Dorcas: I don’t need your help.
Bartre: You just leave it to old Bartre!
Dorcas: I said no.
Bartre: Well, I’ll get cracking! You just sit tight!
Bartre: I’m sorry, Dorcas… I…couldn’t get you that raise we talked about.
Bartre: I went to go sock that Eliwood in the jaw… But he just stood there so calmly… He listened to everything I said, then he gave me some fool excuse. I couldn’t even understand half of the words he used…
Dorcas: I’d imagine not.
Bartre: Hey, are you calling me a fool!
Dorcas: Yes. I am… You are a fool, but you are a well-meaning fool. You make big messes, but your heart is good. And I thank you for caring about Natalie and me.
Bartre: Nn… Maybe I’ve taken too many to the head, but what do you mean by that?
Dorcas: …Forget it.