Bartre & Dorcas

Level C:

BARTRE:	Dorcas! So this is where you've been?
DORCAS:	...You.
BARTRE:	Now, we fight!
DORCAS:	...What? I don't understand. Are we supposed to duel?
BARTRE:	Call it what you will, but now we fight! There comes a time when every man must test his mettle! So far, I've lost 58 against you and won 57, and I won't lose today!
DORCAS:	Fine. You know what? Why don't we just say that you won this one, too?
BARTRE:	Idiot! How can you say that!? And you call yourself the toughest axeman alive?!
DORCAS:	...I don't remember ever saying that.
BARTRE:	Wait, Dorcas! Wait!

Level B:

BARTRE:	Well, if it isn't Dorcas! What are you doing here? Uhh... Is that a picture? Forgive me, but you don't strike me as the artistic type!
DORCAS:	You're one to talk about looks... This is a picture of my...of Natalie.
BARTRE:	Ohh. I get it. She's in the town square. Well, that's real pretty.
DORCAS:	I'd like to draw her in other settings, but she still can't go far from the house...
BARTRE:	Hm. Right, her leg. I forgot your wife was sick. So...isn't she getting any better?
DORCAS:	She will...but it will take time, and it will take money. That's why I left here--to work and save money.
BARTRE:	Hm...
DORCAS:	But that is my affair, do not concern yourself...
BARTRE:	Well, that won't do. It's all for one, and one for all, is it not! I've an idea! Eliwood pays our wages, right? We'll simply ask him for more!
DORCAS:	Don't be foolish.
BARTRE:	Yeah, but he owes us! Or Bartre here will tear him a new hide! I've been meaning to match knuckles with him anyway!
DORCAS:	Leave it.
BARTRE:	Come on! It's the least I could do!
DORCAS:	I don't need your help.
BARTRE:	You just leave it to old Bartre!
DORCAS:	I said no.
BARTRE:	Well, I'll get cracking! You just sit tight!
DORCAS:	Listen...

Level A:

BARTRE:	I'm sorry, Dorcas... I...couldn't get you that raise we talked about.
DORCAS:	...Fine.
BARTRE:	I went to go sock that Eliwood in the jaw... But he just stood there so calmly... He listened to everything I said, then he gave me some fool excuse. I couldn't even understand half of the words he used...
DORCAS:	I'd imagine not.
BARTRE:	Hey, are you calling me a fool!
DORCAS:	Yes. I am... You are a fool, but you are a well-meaning fool. You make big messes, but your heart is good. And I thank you for caring about Natalie and me.
BARTRE:	Nn... Maybe I've taken too many to the head, but what do you mean by that?
DORCAS:	...Forget it.