BIRD: The mosquitoes are nervous tonight.
BUFFALO: Aye, drums along the Mohawk here, buddy.
BIRD: Woodpeckers on the wagon.
BUFFALO: Bluebirds over the ridge.
BIRD: Sparrows on the patio.
BUFFALO: Horseflies in the outhouse.
BIRD: Pigeons on the podium.
BUFFALO: What the fook are you talking about?
BUFFALO: Has the heat frazzled yer brain?
BIRD: I want to live, Buff. Like never before. I want to give SO much.
BUFFALO: Sounds reasonable.
BIRD: I want to be free.
BUFFALO: Ditto here, dude.
BIRD: I want... a life!
BUFFALO: Jeez, Birdy. You been talking to the Jehovah's Witnesses again?
BUFFALO: Better cut down on the Benadryl, then.
BIRD: Think I'd better. Do you think I look best in the red or the pink skirt?
BUFFALO: Red. Definitely red.
BIRD: Thanks, Buff. Film at eleven.
BUFFALO: Arf, arf!