BIRD: We've had e-mails and shit. People want to know about Fifi.
BUFFALO: Fair nuff. But don't go too close to the bone there, dude.
BIRD: Well, here's a little background. Ever since Fifi saw Buff's portrait on a nickel she has been hopelessly smitten--travelled the plains of the world to find him then by happy chance, stranded by a snowstorm in Detroit, she slipped on the ice and landed at his feet. Their passion flamed like a barn struck by lightning but eventually the embers grew cold. Now she is Buff's greatest fan, follows him around with a steno pad, and a napkin to catch the emanations of his mouth.
BUFF: (sighs) Arf, arf...