Miranda

What pigeon? You drove right into that squirrel. (leaves the car)

George

Squirrel? Well, we have no deal with THEM!

Jerry

(sound of gunfire) Pkew, pkew, pkew, pkew, Pkeeew!

Celia

Jerry! (she slides away from him) ... Those hands! They never stop!

Jerry

I'm sorry. Got any booze? What's say you and I get ripped!