Furry Vengeance2010

Lyman:
Dan, the Indians will be here in 10 days. We need to show what a truly special place Rocky Springs is. [sings] Thinking caps, thinking caps.

Felder:
I got it. We could have an Indian-themed barbecue.

Lyman:
What does that even mean?

Felder:
Lots of things. It could mean... Oh! Instead of burgers, we have buffalo burger! And we have wigwam, and teepee and squaw. Squaw. You were talking about the Gandhi type of Indians.

Lyman:
Uh-huh.

Dan:
Wait, wait, we could sponsor the local Forest Festival.

Lyman:
Forest Festival? That's a great idea!

Dan:
Well, you see, my wife is running it. And they're strapped for cash.

Lyman:
[whispers] You're dead to me.

Dan:
It's a great way to show the community how much we care.

Lyman:
Gold star, Dan. I'll call the publicist and the media.

Dan:
Yes! Excellent, sir. [shouts]

Lyman:
Why are you shouting at me?

Dan:
No, sir, I'm not shouting at you.

Lyman:
Okay, fine, but use your inside voice.

Dan:
Leave me alone!

Lyman:
What's his problem?

Dan:
Hey! Polly want a cracker? Polly want a cracker?

Lyman:
Did we not vet him? Did we do a mental status exam on him?

Dan:
Mr. Lyman? Are you still there, sir?

Lyman:
Yes, I'm still here! All right? Where's your brain?

Dan:
Sir, it's just... I'm very sorry... Oh, dear.

Lyman:
[speaks gibberish]

Dan:
I won't take up any more of your time, so I'll tell you what, I'll pick up a budget and a proposal and then I'll give it to you tomorrow after I huddle up with her on it.

Lyman:
[continues to speak gibberish]

Dan:
Great! Bye! Bees!