Bob: And the rabbit runs around... ...and then back in the hole. Hey, Red, what do you think of my nut bag?
Red: [flatly] Ha ha, Bob. I'm done with this. This is not man's work. I mean, if Kitty wanted me to shoot the almonds at some communists, that I could do.
Bob: Oh, you're a big talker now that she's gone.
Red: I'm not afraid of her, and I'm not doing this, and I don't care if it means I have to sit through another one of her silent breakfasts.
Bob: What, she just sits there?
Red: I talk, she just ignores me. I had to buy a bottle of Mrs. Butterworth's just so that someone would smile at me.
Bob: You can always call me, Red.
Red: Ah, I'd rather talk to syrup.