Man: Hey, hey, neighbor. What are you doing with my trees? My wife planted those 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’m getting sick and tired of raking up your leaves and picking up all the branches that fall off during the storms throughout the year. [Yeah, but . . . ] 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: Yeah, but still. You can’t cut off those branches.
Neighbor: Watch me. It’s completely legal. I checked the city code and law regarding this issue, and I’m 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, yeah, but you could have said something. Anything! I mean anything. 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, hey. Well, 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!