Mildred: Excuse me. You're eating my peach. Bucket: I haven't eaten anything. Mildred: Alright, you're holding my peach. Bucket: So? Mildred: So, it's mine. The peach, in your hand. Bucket: I don't see your name on it. Mildred: And who would do that? Bucket: Do what? Mildred: Put their name on a peach. Bucket: Somebody who really wanted it. Mildred: And how would someone go about such a thing. Bucket: I don't know, felt tip? Mildred: No one has ever put their name on a peach with a felt tip.