"Marian [fantasising about her plans for a freedom fighting band]: We'll have bows and arrows, and we'll hold rich travellers to ransom! Robin: What, money you mean? Marian: Yes! And we'll give it all to the poor! Robin: I want to go home. Marian: And we'll surround ourselves with a band of highly attractive respectable young men who are just a tiny bit rough, and are dedicated to freeing our country from tyranny, and injustice, and cruelty to animals and stuff! And we'll swing through the trees on long ropes... and we'll have our own costumes, and we'll never be cross or grumpy! And we'll do these fantastically brave deeds with a merry smile on our face, and everyone will say: "Good heavens, it's those merry men! Come in and have a cup of tea! Can I have your autograph?" And nobody will dare stand against us. And our names will go down in history. And we'll be famous forever! And people will name pubs after us! What do you think? Robin: ..... .... We'll really have our own costumes? Originals I mean, not out of a catalogue? Marian: Yep! Robin: Who's going to design them? Marian: ... You? Robin: Right! You're on!"