"I know, I know." Miserably, Radar props his head up with one hand. (Bandit, meanwhile -- sick of Radar moving around so much that she can't reach any of his pockets -- grumbles louder and steps off his shoulders onto Helga's back.) "I just keep figuring she's gonna come to her senses like everybody else does soon enough. She's gotta, right? If she's already with someone like that? When we were first talking about going steady she said she liked having a lot of sweethearts 'cause, 'cause they were all different. But it don't feel always like him and me are different enough for her to bother."