Woman : What? No, no. Listen here.
Man : No, you listen. Hand over your purse, and I won't hurt you.
Woman : You've got to be joking.
Man : Do I look like I'm joking?
Woman : Heh. Look. I only have two dollars in change.
Man : I don't care. Give it to me! And your phone and credit cards.
Man : Right. You don't fool me . Anyone can get a black belt online in 10 minutes. And I have a knife.
Woman : Listen, mister. I'm telling you to back off . I'm a fifth-degree black belt, and I've trained for 25 years. I don't want to hurt you, but I'll defend myself if I have to.
Man : Alright, baby. Let me have it.
Woman : You'd better call 911 first.
Man : Right.
[ Punches and kicks and yells and screams . . . ]
Man : Ahh, oh, man. Ooohhhh. That hurts.
Woman : Yeah. Listen. Here's your two dollars. You'll need them to cover your medical bills.