INTO THE NIGHT WITHOUT A NOZZLE

BUFFALO: Birdy?

BIRD: Yep?

BUFFALO: Hold my hand, will ya?

BIRD: Sure.

BUFFALO: I'm in pain.

BIRD: It gets worse.

BUFFALO: Really?

BIRD: And then you die.

BUFFALO: Great.

BIRD: Now gimme that hose. Not like that. Like THIS!

BUFFALO: Film at eleven.