[Deleted scene]
Lloyd Christmas:
Let me ask you something. Do you want to end up like Petey? Dead? In some flea-ridden apartment? Face down in your own droppings? A soggy sunflower seed pressed against your beak? Come on, Harry! Don't you see what Petey was trying to say to you? You got to take life by the balls! Chew it up and spit it out! Dance to the tune of a different drummer! Spread your wings and fly and run and jump! God, help me!
Harry Dunne:
I don't know if I got that from his death, Lloyd. I think his head just fell off.
Lloyd Christmas:
Whatever!
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