BIRD: Feeling at an end without a friend?
BUFFALO: Nope.
BIRD: Let the rain wash it away.
BUFFALO: Huh?
BIRD: Forgotten dreams, Buffo.
BUFFALO: Xplain, pliz.
BIRD: Waiting for the thunderstorm here, dude.
BUFFALO: When The Levee Breaks. Led Zep. Rawk'n'roll!
BIRD: The drip, drip, drip of the cumulus veritas.
BUFFALO: Uh, how can I put this, Birdman? Is everything OK at home?
BIRD: Gawd, I wish I could have a lobotomy.
(Thunderclap rings out in distance, fade to black)
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