BIRD: Morning. What brings you from your slumber so early on the Cod?
FIFI: It’s now 3:24 and I got up to adjust my chignon and then I was hungry so I went to the fridge and found a jar of humming-bird tongues. So now I’m ready for my close-up.
BIRD: How the words tumble effortlessly from your mouth. What wit. What charm. What uncanny wisdom etched into each syllable.
FIFI: The little wisdom I've acquired in my turn on this earth could barely fill a teaspoon. Still, it's nice that you hold me in your heart, as I do you.
BIRD: And modest with it.
FIFI: Oh, to see a tear plop before the clouds obliterate us…
BIRD: More gems. Blink and you’ll miss ‘em. How do you do it?
FIFI: Psst! Those gems are only paste. I keep the real stuff in my head.
BIRD: Wow! Wait, let me get a pen, I’ve got to write this down.
FIFI: Another time, tweetie pie. I’m shivering in my nightie, and getting tireder and tireder, too tired to go to bed. But I’m goin’, else tomorrow today will be a disaster. Toodle peepers sleepers.
BIRD: Sweet dreams, dear mermaid.
WATSON: I say, Holmes, did someone mention missing gems?
HOLMES: (rolls eyes) Why do I bother? We must endeavour to meet this Fifi Lamour one day. She would appear to be a most engaging lady.
WATSON: Thoroughly unique what what what.
HOLMES: Elementary, my dear Watson. Elementary.