Tom: Hey, Ron. Were you trying to get a seven? Because if you were, you did a great job.
Ron Swanson: I am very angry right now.
Tom: [whines]
Ann: What?
Tom: [cries] My finger was in there. Ron crushed my finger. I think it might be broken.
Ann: Are you a female bird?
Ron Swanson: It was an accident.
Tom: Oh, my God, it's already swollen.
Ron Swanson: Tom, my God, do you have any pride at all?
Tom: You did this on purpose. You're jealous of my gift.
Ann: Okay, come on, Tweety Bird, let's get you some ice.
Tom: It hurts.