Jerry: You ran over some pigeons? How many?
George: What ever they had. Miranda thinks I'm a butcher. But it's not my fault is it? Don't we have a deal with the pigeons?
Jerry: Of course. We have a deal. They get out of the way of our cars, we look the other way on the statue defecation.
George: Right! And these pigeons broke the deal. I will not accept the blame for this.
Jerry: So Miranda's cooled on you?
George: I'm getting nothing.