BIRD: You OK there, Buff?
BUFFALO: No, Birdy.
BUFFALO: Last night, the fookin' octopus fell on my woody. Nearly sliced my Freddy in half it did.
BIRD: Sorry to hear that. Oh, btw, Happy Independence Day.
BUFFALO: Yeah, right! Redneck fookwits singing that Springsteen song all over town. Hold on a sec, just gotta get a bandage on this little critter. Actually, could you call me back? Ow!
BUFFALO: Sweet Sigourney...
BIRD: Film at eleven.