Bird: Now it's advertising a friggin' portaloo. How are we gonna build up a young audience now?
Buffalo: Hey, everybody's gotta go sometime, right? Maybe it ain't such a bad idea.
Bird: I'm betting they're gonna advertise a cure for haemorrhoids next.
Buffalo: Don't say that, dude. It analyses our every word so it can target the next ad.
Bird: OK, Googly, let's see what you come up with now. Blonde chicks with big melons and short skirts that ride all the way up to heaven. Lovely.
Buffalo: Can I trumpet?
Bird: You sure can.
Bird: Write the cheque out, Momma!
Buffalo: Arf, arf!