It's not that the poor dears don't know any better.

I have a strong feeling that if they did, they'd probably take it quite personally, the poor dears.

It is all our fault, the poor dears are victims of society.

Imagine how bad it would be without the free labour for the poor dears.

Just as they've been telling you, the poor dears can't help themselves.

Perhaps, poor dears, it's the first time they've ever been hurt in their lives.

There they are, poor dears, cut off from the world, hidden behind this and that mountain, waiting for us to find them.

I am told that they are quite out of their minds, the poor dears.

And then they all died off one after another, poor dears.

You're sure to be disappointed and the poor dears aren't to blame.