Lance:
Look at that. Look at this crow. Fucking hell, look at the crow.
Tracey Berkowitz:
It kind of looks sad.
Lance:
How does this crow look sad?
Tracey Berkowitz:
I don't know, it's just like, you know, it's not peeping or anything.
Lance:
Oh boohoo. Stupid crow doesn't have the fucking brains to fly south. I'm going to get him. Let's bring him in.
Tracey Berkowitz:
[suddenly frustrated]
Fuck, no! Don't touch it! Now it's not going to be able to go back to its natural habitat!
Lance:
Oh, sure it will.
Tracey Berkowitz:
No, it won't! Everybody knows that! You put a fucking human smell on it, it's going to be a freak and the other crows are going to kill it!
Lance:
He's fine! Aren't you, big fella? See, he was just lonely out there. I like crow. Chicken of the tree.
Tracey Berkowitz:
Don't say that. Crows are like people.
Lance:
They're not like people. They have a very different psyche, as a matter of fact. They have a crow consciousness.
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