Minutewoman: No. They're pretty for the rowers to look at, too.
Reporter (panting as he strains to keep up with them): You've been compared to the Concord Minutemen of 1775, you know.
Minutewoman: How curious. (a little sadly) Well, at least we'll know we tried. They won't take the sycamores without a fight. (reporter trips)
Reporter (as they trample him under): It's seven o'clock. The MDC will never come now. Too much traffic.
Minuteman: Well. Shall we go?
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Minutewoman: Yes, let's go. (they run off)