Mary: Dick's a little shaken up.
Sally: What the heck happened now?
Tommy: Yeah, so?
Dick: Oh, I was driving along, radio blasting, wind rushing through my gorgeous hair, when suddenly, out of nowhere... [screams] Oh! [sobs]
Sally: What?
Mary: He hit a chipmunk.
Sally: A chipmunk? What, like one of those little Disney rats?
Dick: Oh, and we rushed him to the finest veterinarian in all of Rutherford, but it's touch and go. And these damn doctors won't tell me what's really going on. Oh, poor Chippy.