What? Got a problem?

Maud: Yes, I do have a ball in my mouth Tiddy. Want to make something of it?

Tiddy: No

Maud: Because I'm happy to fight, right? Happy to justify the need for it.

Tiddy: I don't care.

Maud: And it's not stuck before you're tempted to say something clever. It's a life-style choice.

Tiddy: And the reason I don't care?

Maud: Yeah. And you're not playing. Before you ask. It's a dog thing.

Tiddy: And the reason I couldn't give a monkey's cuss about your ball? Because I actually have a life.

Maud: Yeah? Yeah? You call sleeping on Charlie a life?

Tiddy: I call it a hot water bottle. I call it a solution. Be gone with your ball, dog.

Maud: Whatever!

Well yeah. Is it Christmas yet?