Lindsay: Marky, hurry! There's another dead iguana.What does this mean?
Marky Bark: It's probably those bastards next door.
Narrator: The bastards next door were actually a gathered group of CEOs who were attending a mid-summer sweat and squeeze.
Marky Bark: They want us off their land. Probably so they can build a border wall. They just want to separate the whites from the browns.
Lindsay: You really are color-blind.
Marky Bark: Face-blind. Fortunately, I can see color. That's how I can tell the browns are the Mexicans.