BIRD: Buff, they're coming to take Dotty away!
BIRD: Just what exactly did you say to her?
BUFFALO: Nuffin'. Honest. But she wouldn't stop laffin'.
BIRD: There must be something we can do to untickle her funny bone.
BUFFALO: Give her the old bow anchor up the derriere treatment.
BIRD: Crikey, Buff. Is that really necessary?
BUFFALO: Mind you, after that she may NEVER laff again.
BIRD: I was thinking more along the lines of putting on a Leonard Cohen CD, or Perry Como, praps.
BUFFALO: Perry Como? That's worse than frontal Jell-O torture. Maybe... maybe...
BUFFALO: Oh, wot the fook, just tell her about global warming. That'll wipe the smile off her ass... er, face.
FIFI: Miss Dotty, take this washcloth and wash down as far as possible. Then start at your feet and wash up as far as possible. "But nurse, when do I wash possible?"
BUFFALO: Ah, Fifi. Every utterance a gem. You light up my life.
FIFI: And ignite your loins.
BUFFALO: Oh, the loins, the loins. Is there no end to debt?
(Dotty guffaws uncontrollably)
BIRD: Now look what you've done! Can you stop being so fooking funny, just for a minute?!
BUFFALO: Sor-ry, Birdman. Fifi, I'm on my way.
FIFI: First left, second right, then straight ahead.
(Dotty writhes around on floor, frothing at mouth)
BIRD: Oh, lummee!
BUFFALO: Oh, Mommy!
FIFI: Oh, scrummy!
BIRD: Film at eleven.
BUFFALO: Arf, arf!