BUFFALO: Wot news of Dotty, Birdman?
BIRD: She's hanging by a thread.
BUFFALO: Wait, don't tell me. It's on the tip o' mah tongue.
BIRD: Dude, not EVERYTHING is a lyric. Sometimes, just occasionally it's a part of dialogue wherein somebody is trying to impart some information.
BUFFALO: Didn't Dylan do sumfin' with the line "We're hanging by a thread"?
BIRD: Forget Dylan. We're talking about Dotty looping the loop. She's knocking on the door.
BUFFALO: Wee-hee. Heaven's door, right? Gimme another.
BIRD: Jeez. Wot did she ever see in you?
FIFI: Oh, imagine the confusion of the green ring snake.
From tickling tourists in knickers
to whirling in suds among not-so-clean duds
Which situation is worse, for goodness sake?
Illegal immigrants cannot be pickers.
At least that reptile, humble,
A Filipino exile,
was spared a tumble
in the dryer.
BUFFALO: Snakes ahoy, Cap'n!
BIRD: Why do I bother?
BUFFALO: Arf, arf!
FIFI: And in other news: Steve Irwin's dead. RIP, Crocodile Man.
BUFFALO: Who's Steve Irwin? Did he play in Black Sabbath in the early days? Da da daaaaaaaa!
BIRD: (rolls eyes) Don't bother coming back, Dotty. It's not worth it.
FIFI: Film at eleven.