Young Blades2005

Jaqueline Rochey:
[Jacqueline is stuck up a tree, her shirt has been torn off and she's hiding her chest in the branches] Throw me my shirt!

D'Artagnan:
What for?

Jaqueline Rochey:
I'm cold.

D'Artagnan:
Come down out of the wind.

Jaqueline Rochey:
First throw me my shirt!

D'Artagnan:
Don't be ridiculous.

Gerard Rochey:
I'll throw it to you! [Picks up the shirt, realises it's torn] Here, take mine instead! [Starts to pull his shirt off, answering D'Artagnan's look] He's ashamed of his belly button.

D'Artagnan:
[as Jacqueline reaches for her shirt] I wouldn't do that, the branch will- [the branch breaks and Jacqueline tumbles onto the floor, holding an armful of leaves to cover her chest] There's nothing wrong with your belly button.

Gerard Rochey:
Don't look at my brother like that!

Jaqueline Rochey:
Oh Gerard, you can quit pretending!

Gerard Rochey:
Right. Well don't look at my sister like that!

D'Artagnan:
I want an explanation. I'll trade you my shirt for the truth. The whole truth! For the partial truth you get a sleeve.