[Drinky Crow makes out with Joanie]
Uncle Gabby:
Crow, I don't think you ought to do that.
Drinky Crow:
Leave us alone.
[while Drinky Crow humps Joanie with his beer goggles, he's actually humping on a pile mud]
Uncle Gabby:
It's not a good idea.
Drinky Crow:
We're happy.
Uncle Gabby:
Your wife's a patch of mud!
Drinky Crow:
What do you know?
Uncle Gabby:
I KNOW YOU SHOULDN'T STICK YOUR PRESIDENT TRUMAN IN MUD!
Drinky Crow:
Gabby, I didn't want to tell you this because it was a secret, but now I don't care. Joanie and I have wonderful news.
Uncle Gabby:
What?
Drinky Crow:
We're pregnant!
Uncle Gabby:
Oh, that's exactly what I was afraid of. YOU GOT THE WHOLE EARTH PREGNANT! YOU STUPID BIRD!
Drinky Crow:
That's my wife. We're pregnant. That's what you say -- We're pregnant.
