Benedick: Hello Miss stuburn.
Beatrice: Hello Mr ill-breed. What an artless surprise.
Benedick: As it is the same to me.
Beatrice: What fly-bitten news have you come to spread.
Benedick: Who said the news was fly-bitten.
Beatrice: Whenever you spread news it is never pleasant.
Benedick: That is not true.
Beatrice: Oh please! I bet you only share news with me for your own amusement.
Benedick: Well now you have hit the nail on the head.
Beatrice: Oh get out of here you poisonous measle.
