What do you mean, I’m not a duck? I look around and all I see are ducks, so I must be one, right?
This is the line for tickets to the Byrds concert, right?
“What we’ve got here is failure to communicate.” (Cool Hand Luke Kite)
Fourth and six on your own 47? Cmon, you gotta punt.
We’re here for the casting call, Mr. Hitchcock.
I’m telling you, Fred, the one that got away was this big!!
Fortunately birds don’t need diversity training, do we?
There is no way we are cousins, Ibis, no way!
Here I come to save the day. Wait, that’s a cartoon line.
It’s five o’clock on a Saturday, the usual crowd shuffles in . . . (with apologies to Billy Joel)