Stavros: Oh those birds. I'll shoo them off.
Maria: You're no good sitting there, do something! They'll eat all your tomatoes. Look at them. For God sake, shoo them away!
Stavros: Ok, I got rid of them.
Maria: Yes? Good are they gone? Good.
Stavros: Now I can get back to reading my newspaper.
Maria: For once you did something right!