Miserable man: Damn! (Come to enjoy a display in front of the two stand-off) big brother, you are joking. You look so clean you are, come into the makeup of a bar. You look at me, a bad life, full of rotten sore hand, how miserable you too I ah?

Flirting: Do you not talk to me than, ah, I can not stand people like me than it!

Miserable people: to you than what?

Flirting: Do you not force me to do this?

Miserable: you can suffer more than I do? (Flirting picked up a stick, his arm broken)

Flirting: Do you say you are full of rotten sore hands, I now have the whole hand off, and who more than anyone else suffer it! Miserable: you played too hard and never, right? !

Flirting: I have told you I had you Maoshang!

Miserable people: I play with you in the end! Mom, come here! (Holding stick smashed his head, bleeding profusely) I want to play? I do not even have a life, than to see how you like me! Who - dare - than - I - miserable - ah? ! (Lying on the ground dead)

Flirting: Atta boy, count your miserable, we meet again it!