- Pop Larkin: All right, sweetheart?
- Primrose: Don't look now, but there's a boy watching me.
- Ma Larkin: What, darling?
- Primrose: He's over there.
- [they look, he aims his telescope in another direction]
- Ma Larkin: He seems a nice sort of boy, Primrose.
- Primrose: No, he's not. He's rude. He keeps pointing that telescope at me all the time. You see? I hate him! And he wears glasses!