BUFFALO: Damn yer germs, dude. Aaaaaaaaa-t-chooooooooooo!
BIRD: Not you too?
BUFFALO: Feel like microwaved roadkill. Tried just about everything. Even Sparky's Toe Jam.
BIRD: What about the zinc tablets?
BUFFALO: I've swallowed so many of 'em, I think I'm about to rust. Or corrode. Or sumthin' VERY unpleasant. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...
BIRD: Wot about Absinthe?
BUFFALO: Huh? I've heard that stuff can blow yer head off at 200 yards.
BIRD: Sniff it and see. How's Sparky?
BUFFALO: Even worse. The Jehovah's Witnesses were round this mawnin' to give the poor auld jerkoff the final rites.
BIRD: Gott und Himmel!
BUFFALO: And worse still - Fifi's gone missing.
BIRD: Gone missing?!
BUFFALO: Said she had to reassess her poetic vision.
BIRD: I rhyme therefore I am?
BUFFALO: More like aaaaaaaa... aaaaa-t-choooooo! I sneeze therefore I snot.
BIRD: Yuck to that, dude. But sinusly, where is she?
BUFFALO: Rumour has it in Colorado, gone to see the Sage of Sweden.
BIRD: The Sage of Sweden? Jeez. Brave gal.
BUFFALO: Or very foolhardy.
BIRD: Ah, yes, but is the glass half full or half empty?
BUFFALO: Or is life but a dream that you never wake up from?
BIRD: And how can we ever know that which is other?
BUFFALO: Or where sense begins and meaning ends?
BIRD: If we could see...
BUFFALO: Wot would the answer be?
BIRD: The mystery...
BUFFALO: The pain... aaaaaaaaaaa...
BIRD: Film at eleven.
BUFFALO: Aaaaa...rf, aaaaa...rf. T-choooo!