Come on! The game's starting.
Marcel
Yes, you were very clear. Tomorrow, or the deal is off. Of course I have both the macaws. Yes, I will deliver them myself. Goodbye. All right, you two. You load the truck tonight. First thing, in the morning, we bring those birds to the airport. You got it?
Oh, yeah, sure. Yeah, uh-huh.
Tipa
Oh, yeah. All right. Heard you.
Marcel
Oh. And one of you feed Nigel.
Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.
Tipa
Yes!
Uh-uh. Scissors cuts rock.
Tipa
Oh, man. How come you always win? [nervous grunting] Nice birdie. [whimpering] Yeah, here you go.
Nigel
Tipa
Aah!
Tipa
Ugh! Cannibal.
Blu
Okay, pull it together. The key is not to panic.
Jewel
I'm not panicking.
Blu
I wasn't talking to you; I was talking to me. But it's okay, because any minute now, Linda will find us.
Jewel
Oh, great. And then she'll stick us behind another set of bars, right?
Blu
Yeah. Uh, I mean, no.
Jewel
Look, pet, cages might work for you, but I don't want to belong to anyone.
Nigel
Something seems to be lodged in my beak. Would you mind?
Nigel
Blu
Ow!
Nigel
Oh, I know I'm not a pretty birdie, but I used to be quite a looker. A star. Lights, camera, action.
Jewel
Blu
Hey!
Nigel
Sweet nightmares. [laughing] [laughs wickedly and flies away]
