That's a gas. We ain't even been arrested yet

Little John:
[as Robin hums dreamily]
Hey, lover boy. How's that grub comin'? Man, I'm starved. [Robin continues humming] Little John:
Rob? Robin? Ro-BEAR? Hey! Robin Hood:
Hmm? What? What do you say? Little John:
Aw, forget it. Your mind's not on food. You're thinkin' about somebody with long eyelashes, and you're smellin' that sweet perfume. [sniffs smoke and starts coughing] Robin Hood:
Hey, whoa, it's boiling over! Little John:
You're burning the chow! [takes the pot off the fire and fans it] Robin Hood:
Sorry, Johnny. Guess I was thinking about Maid Marian again. I can't help it. I love her, Johnny. Little John:
Look, why don't you stop moonin' and mopin' around? - Just - Just marry the girl. Robin Hood:
Marry her? You don't just walk up to a girl, hand her a bouquet and say, "Hey, remember me? We were kids together. Will you marry me?" No. It just isn't done that way. Little John:
Aw, come on, Robbie. Climb the castle walls. Sweep her off her feet. Carry her off in style. Robin Hood:
It's no use, Johnny. I've thought it all out, and... it just wouldn't work. Besides, what have I got to offer her? Little John:
Well, for one thing, you can't cook. Robin Hood:
I'm serious, Johnny. She's a highborn lady of quality. Little John:
So she's got class? So what? Robin Hood:
I'm an outlaw, that's what. That's no life for a lovely lady. Always on the run. What kind of a future is that? Friar Tuck:
Oh, for heaven's sake, son. You're no outlaw. Why, someday you'll be called a great hero. Robin Hood:
A hero? Do you hear that, Johnny? We've just been pardoned. Little John:
That's a gas. We ain't even been arrested yet