Vinnie, for the umpteenth time, we are a synchronized flying team. Get your act together.

Vinnie, for the umpteenth time, we are a synchronized flying team. Get your act together.
Where am I going . . .
Look, I’m not a chicken and this is not a road so don’t ask stupid questions.
I know I shouldn’t leave before the sermon, but I was hungry and the minister goes on forever.
Sorry, can’t stop and talk. I’m off to a hot date with a snowy, and bird is she cute.
Well, dad always said to keep a stiff upper beak. Useful advice for a woodpecker, eh?
As my friend Kermit always sings:
Joey, isn’t it sad to think that the people down there don’t see the humor that they have to crane their necks to see us.
Hey, Maverick, they’re playing our song down there.
So I’m thinking of going blond. What do you think? Great idea?