Tuca & Bertie

Speckle:
"Gamby Robin was very sweet, so we mixed her with sugar. My Gumbo was mixed with sage because he was wise.

Tuca:
"So you're just gonna hope your boss remembers you exist, reads your mind and gives you what you what you want?"

Bertie:
"That's been my life approach so far, and it's worked [little bongo sting as she thinks about it]... never times."

Client:
What are you doing??

Tuca:
Just trimmin' the bush.

Speckle:
[as he spanks her] You've been a very bad bird and I'm very disappointed in you! Bad bird!

Bertie:
[solemnly] But I'm a good bird...

Speckle:
[still role playing] Oh, you want me to think you're good, but you're a filthy little bird, aren't you?

Bertie:
[starts crying] No I'm not!

Speckle:
So, you want me to ignore you for fifteen years and then give you a small peck on the beak?

Ultra Sam S-380:
Nothing to worry about. The doctor is just going to confer with some colleagues and- [the doctor exists. Ultra Sam immediately leans in close to Tuca, his sound wave voice changing from green to red] Okay, let's cut the shit. I need you to plug in my wife. She's right over there.

[pan over to a lamp sitting in the corner]

Tuca:
She's a lamp?

Ultra Sam S-380:
She's so more. You're not seeing her in the best... light. [pan back over to the lamp, still sitting there motionless. Ultra Sam looks down in despair] Oh, she would have laughed at that.

Jeremy:
Hello, I'm Saint Oriole, and I love to sit in my house, surrounded by all my crap!

Pastor:
Ugh, Jeremy, stick to the script!

Pastry Pete:
Bird town needs another bakery like I need a giant hawk to shit in my mouth.