Doyle's Solution

"You drag me all the way to the next village, tell me to beat their great warrior--"

"You were trying to impress a girl. And I didn't say beat him, I said best him."

"You wanted me to beat him. I could see it in your eyes."

"I wanted to show strength, not humiliate their champion. I had to reject the whole Confederation of Tribes just to save face."

"He called me a cretin."

"He was right."

"Nobody calls me a cretin. I am not a cretin."

"When you threaten the whole idea of unity to avenge a petty insult, you're a cretin."

"Is that what a cretin is?"

"You don't even know?"

"I knew it was bad."

"Come on."

"Conor, I'm a man...I have feelings. You can't expect blind obedience."

"I don't expect that. I don't know what I expect, Fergus, just that you've been in such a bad temper lately. When was the last time you had a woman?"

Fergus to madman. "Don't be a cretin!"

"It's not much, but we would be honored to share it with you."

"That's not necessary, lass. We've got our own."

"Save it for the children."

"That's kind of you."

"Very kind."

"You've got a good heart."

"A very good-heart."

"Please? It would make him happy to repay you. It would make me happy too."

"Thank you very much."

"Thank you" Fergus takes offered bowl (grabs it out of Conor's hand)

"Thank you." Conor takes apple.

Molly walks away.

Conor deepens his voice, and mimics Fergus. "A very good heart."

"I'm just taking your advice."

"What advice?!?"

"About having a woman."

"HER?!?"

"You'd think she prefer you?"

"You're old enough to be her father."

"Women like a man with a little wear and tear on them."

"Up to a point."

"UGH! UGH!" Tully pins Catlin to the ground.

"So you see...It's not always the sword or the knife. Flexibility,

Stamina, the element of surprise can also be your weapon."

"You can let go of me now!"

"You didn't have to call me names."

"OH--sooorrryy! I'll attack you nicely next time."

"I'd appreciate it."

"Warriors...all scars on the outside, and all mush in the middle. Women on the other hand are the opposite."

"Like the peach?"

"Yes."

"Conor, Conor. Wake up!"

"What is it?"

"You have to go check."

"Check what?"

"It's behind her ear...no this one...No, it's this one."

Yawning "Are you drunk?"

"Will ya or won't ya?"

"What?"

"The scar. You have to check behind her ear to see if she has the scar."

"Who?"

"Molly."

"You've been with her!"

"I have not!!"

"Then how do you know what's behind her ear?"

"I don't know. That's why I want you to go and check."

"You want me to check behind her ear for a scar that you've never seen?!?"

"Well I have seen it."

"Then you have BEEN with her!"

"Stop saying that!"

"I don't understand what you're talking about Fergus." Goes back to sleep.

"What's he doing?"

"He feels the currents. He always knows where the fish are."

"He must be very...sensitive."

"Oh, he is."

"I mean in other ways."

"Yes, he---Oh no...he's not...I'm not...I never...No!"

"You're blushing."

"I am not."

"Yeah you are. Right here."

"Am I? Anywhere else?"

"Well...It's making quite a journey. All the way over here, and down here, up over the other side. Can't keep up with it...."

"Conor, Conor! Wake up...wake up!"

"Not again, Fergus."

"I've got something to tell ya...it's important. It was the peaches..."

"Oh... that makes it all very clear then."

"The peaches in our village!"