Man: Hey, hey, neighbor. What are you doing with my trees? My wife planted that tree 25 years ago. Get off that ladder.
Neighbor: Listen. Even though the trees are in your yard, some of the branches hang over into mine, and I am getting sick and tired of raking up your leaves and picking up all the branches that fall off during storms throughout the year. And the walnuts off this tree . . . they litter my yard and damage my lawnmower when I cut the grass. And my dog eats them, and he ends up with terrible diarrhea.
Man: Still. You can't cut off those branches.
Neighbor: Watch me. It's completely legal. I check the city code and law regarding this issue, and I am well within my rights.
Man: I'm not sure about that. Anyway, It's just not right. You didn't say anything to us about it . . .
Neighbor: I don't have to.
Man: Yeah, but you could have said something. Anything! I mean I want to stay on friendly terms with you, but the basic courtesy of informing your neighbors is the least you could have done.
Neighbor: Okay. I'm cutting down your branches. You've been informed . . . now, stand back!
Man: Hey. Don't expect an invitation to our next barbecue or book club!
Neighbor: See if I care. Hey, what are you doing? Stop shaking the ladder. You're acting juvenile now. Help!