Snowbell
Ohh, Stuart, we've been walking for hours. I can't take another step. You know me, I hate to be negative, but when I walk this much, I chafe! Also, I...I hate to bring this up, but... I need to go tinky!
Stuart
How 'bout the alley?
Snowbell
I'm a house cat. We're fastidious creatures! We don't just yell "BOMBS AWAY!", and go wherever we are! Oh, look, let's face it, we're never gonna find her!
Stuart
If only we knew someone who really knew the city.
Snowbell
Yeah, somebody who knows the city's disgusting underbelly. Who do I know that's disgusting?
Nǐ zàilái zhèlǐ, wǒ huì tōngguò Visa jīqì lái guǎnlǐ nǐ de! [Translation: You come back here again, I'll run you through the Visa machine!] [he brushes his hands and tell his workers in Chinese to get back to work and closes the door]
Monty
Don't you threaten me! What I could tell the health inspector would close you down in a New York minute!
Snowbell
Hey, Monty!
Monty
Snowbell! He-hey! He-hey! Snowbell! What are you doing here?
Snowbell
We've been looking all over for you.
Stuart
We need your help.
Monty
Hey, Snow, buddy, are you two still friends, or can I eat him?
Snowbell
No, Monty, you can't eat him.
Monty
Please?
Snowbell
NO! Now pay attention. What do you know about a bird called Falcon?
Monty
"Falcon"? Ohh, that's a bad guy, you don't wanna fool with him.
Stuart
Do you know where we can find him?
Monty
You don't wanna find him. You don't want to have anything to do with him. Trust me! He'd eat you so fast, you'd be a pile of falcon-poop before you could yell for help! Falcons are vicious! They grab you by the back of the neck and carry you so high you can't even see the ground, and then they drop ya, and by the time you hit the pavement, they just drink what's left through a straw!
Stuart
Snowbell, are you all right?
Snowbell
Oh, yeah. In fact, good news: I no longer need a litterbox.
Monty
Mop-up on Aisle 3! [laughs] Snowie!
Snowbell
Stu, listen. This whole thing has been a groove and a gas, but it's important to know when the fun's over. You don't want to be that last, pathetic person who leaves a party.
Stuart
I told you, I'm not givin' up! We're gonna find the Falcon.
Monty
Well, all right, then, it's your funeral. Okay, listen. Listen gracefully. The Falcon lives across the park at the very tip-top of the Pishkin Building. Not many people go up there... and even fewer return.
