Beggin' yur pardon?
Victor, what are you doing?
What's it ye be wantin' lassie?
Are you still squinting?
Take off the eye patch... Now let me see your eyes.
It's like th' sky is raining gold doubloons!
You ARE squinting!
Ye're an itch in me ear, wench.
Oh, Victor! The infection is in the other eye now, isn't it!
Spare me! Arr! Belay what!
::sigh:: How be ye doing? Ye're a fright, wharf rat.
Sheath yer weapon! Arrr! Know ye where a buccaneer may drop anchor for a time?
On me lead, we shall press gang yon landlubber to fix ye up.
I'll not visit the sawbones again!
Oh yes you will!
Aye, I yield, me matey.
Explanation: Victor's right eye was almost all better when the infection spread to his left eye. And he's getting more difficult to medicate. Back to the vet this weekend! Arrrrrgh.