George: Boy, that bank clock is eight minutes off.
Miranda: Then why don't you just run it over too?
George: Zing.
[George gets anxious as he sees a pigeon in the middle of the road ahead. With just enough time to spare, he swerves the car out of the way.]
Miranda: George, what are you doing?
George: Did you see that? That- That pigeon didn't move! I had to swerve to get out of the way! I saved that pigeon's life!
Miranda: What pigeon? You drove right onto that squirrel. [gets out of the car]
George: Squirrel? Well, we have no deal with them!