Jay: [aside to camera] Every winter, I take a bird-watching trip with my buddies specifically to see a bald eagle. So far, no luck. This year, my buddies bailed: back spasm, cracked hip. And I'm the idiot for installing a shower chair. I was all set to go solo, when those three tagalongs invited themselves. They invaded my territory like a bunch of bay-breasted warblers.

Phil: Pair of 7s.
Jay: Ace high.
Cameron: Everyone, I'd like you to meet Don Lemon and RuPaul, a pair of black queens.

Cameron: [aside to camera] Darned if I didn't feel like a bay-breasted warbler horning in on Jay's trip, but Gloria made us go.
Mitchell: She was worried about my dad being out in the woods alone at his age, so she... she gently nudged us to join him.