Dennis: Look. I've got a new bike for Christmas.
Beau: Great, I'll just borrow it to pop into town.
Dennis: No you wont.
Beau: Yes I will.
Dennis: No you won't
Beau: Yes I will.
Dennis: No you won't
Beau: Yes I will.
Dennis: No you won't
Beau: Yes I will.
Dennis: I'll punch you.
Beau: Just try it
Dennis: I'll punch you, AND stick a brussels sprout where the sun don't shine.
Beau: You and whose army?
Dennis: Me and mine
(Beau kicks new bike).
Dennis: You kicked my bike!
Beau: (Nonchalantly) Did I?
Dennis: Yes you did. That's new, that bike is. You're really for it now.
(Beau kicks new bike again).
Dennis: Stop kicking my bike.
Beau: What bike? This bike? (Kicks bike again)
Dennis: Yes, that's the bike. You kicked it again! Santa brought me that bike. If he was here, I'd tell him!
Beau: Well he's not here, is he?
Dennis: No. I expect he'll have gone back to the North Pole.
Beau: Right, I'm off to town.
Dennis: Not on my bike you're not.
Beau: Okay, I'll get a bus. But I won't forget your lack of generosity on this occasion.
Dennis: Don't care. Can you get me some sweeties in town?
Beau: *%!* off. You wouldn't let me use your bike. Get your own sweeties.
Dennis: Only 'cos it's new and the novelty hasn't work off yet.
Beau: That's understandable I suppose. catch you later.
Dennis: Happy Christmas.