Drinky Crow:
Who are you?
Cindy:
We're the Women's Gymnastics Team at the park where you drink sometimes. We like you.
Drinky Crow:
Look, first of all, I have a girlfriend.
Cindy:
You do? Where is she?
Drinky Crow:
She's with another guy.
Cindy:
Come on.
Drinky Crow:
Yeah, look. I'm this disgusting alcoholic. So the only thing I have to offer her is that I'm not screwing other girls. If I don't have that, I have nothing. So I can't be with all of you.
Cindy:
You think we're not attractive?
Drinky Crow:
No, you girls look great and if I was going to go with a squad of girls it would be you.
Cindy:
You probably say that to all the collections of girls.
Drinky Crow:
Look, I can't talk right now. This weird girl took my friend Gabby to Long Island in a crate, and I think I might have to go there and save him.
Cindy:
Well, I don't think your girlfriend would mind if you went to Long Island in a ...
[the Women's Gymnastics Team transformed into a car]
Cindy:
FABULOUS GIRL CAR!
Drinky Crow:
Okay, but everyone has to wear underpants.
Cindy and the Girls:
[groans]
