Ranger: Sorry folks - can't be there!
Joshua: [to Margaret] We can't be here.
Margaret: Must be somewhere else instead!
Ranger: Ah, didn't you see me wave?
Margaret: We waved back.
Ranger: Well, didn't you see the sign?
Joshua: What sign?
Ranger: Erosion control.
Joshua: You mean, we're eroding so we can't be here?
Margaret: Oh, Dear, don't tease him, he thinks you mean it.
Joshua: I do mean it.
Margaret: You look dazzling in that uniform! Why don't you join us in some wine?
Ranger: You're not allowed to drink alcohol here either.
Joshua: You know a man my age has very few pleasures left.
Ranger: I'm sorry. You'll have to stop.
Joshua: I've been saying that for years!
Ranger: Ah, look, could we discuss this over on the boardwalk? It's bad for the dunes.
Joshua: Walking on them?
Ranger: Wears them out.
Joshua: Wears me out. I doubt it wears them out.
Ranger: Sir, I don't want to argue with you...
Joshua: Good!
Ranger: The geological facts are that every time someone walks on the dunes, their footprints leave a slightly greater depression in the sand. They gouge out these exposed paths and before you know it, you've got what we call a "Blow out".
Ranger: Heavens!
Joshua: How long have you been on this seashore?
Ranger: Three months.
Joshua: We've walked on this beach for over fifty years. We've seen erosion plans come and go and they always fail - and you know why? Because erosion is a natural state of Cape Cod. As it is with everything else here. Have some wine.
Ranger: Sorry. Rules are rules.
Joshua: Yes, rules certainly are that - and nothing else.
Ranger: You gonna cooperate?
Joshua: Just don't shoot. We'll come peacefully.
Ranger: Thank you.
[he gets up to leave]
Joshua: Be careful where you step.
[to Margaret]
Joshua: Power hungry!
Margaret: Must be the artist in you.
Joshua: What do you mean?
Margaret: You always seem to clash with authority figures.
Joshua: Oh, that's nothing. You inspired that, long ago.
Margaret: Oh!
