BIRD: Wassup, Buff? You seem a bit pissed off.
BUFFALO: I’ve got people hitting me for spare change in my own apartment building!
BIRD: Bummer. Too affable. That’s your trouble. Try scowling.
BUFFALO: I reckon the guy’s a crack head. It would explain why he is often heard bellowing like a wounded rhinoceros for no particular reason. I've decided to invest in a "NO SOLICITING" sign for my door.
BIRD: Or "NO SOLICITING. HOT MINXES WITH BIG APPETITES WELCOME. BUFFALO SERVICE GUARANTEED.”
BUFFALO: Yeah, right... followed by EVICTION NOTICE stapled to the door.
BIRD: A great way to go, though.
BUFFALO: I can think of a better way to go. Selling one of my screenplays or novels, or winning the Lottery, paying off the lease and handing Sparky the keys, saying "Hasta la vista, baby. Have a nice life." Then moving into a luxury condo on the lake, with a live-in housekeeper/cook. I tell ya, if that crack head shows up again, I'm greeting him with, "Come on in, dude. This here’s mah shotgun. Open your mouth, let’s see if it fits.”
BIRD: That oughtta do it.
BUFFALO: Reckon so. And if that doesn’t get him the Jehovah’s Witnesses sure will.
BIRD: What a terrible way to go.
BUFFALO: Arf, arf!