Paulie

And this is what I do.

Don't you think if we had an animal

with that kind of intelligence,

somebody would have noticed?

I know parrot talk. He sing song.

He understand speech.

He even insult me.

- He call me mop monkey.

- (Laughing)

He talk.

I can prove you to it.

Would you like some mango?

(Misha) Mango.

(Growls)

(Dr. Reingold) Speak.

(Squawks)

- Speak.

- (Squawks)

No, please, listen, sir.

Maybe if I explain better.

If I say...

I think you've said enough.

Let us do our job and you do yours.

Like, maybe, pick up the trash.

Great. Now we're both in trouble.

What is problem with you?

You know,

maybe they should stuff you,

scoop you out, fill you with foam

and glue you to fake tree.

You're lonely, I think. I am lonely.

In Russia,

I was teacher of literature.

In America,

I am cleaner of bird crap.

I miss words.

I miss my language.

I just would like someone to talk to.

- Join the club.

- What?

I said, join the club.

So I'm not crazy. You CAN talk.

- Of course I can talk.

- Then why you not?

Because talking

just gets you into trouble.

- Trouble? Why you say that?

- It's a long story.

I'm Russian.

I like long stories.

All right, Chekhov. Sit down.

(Sighing) It all started with Marie.

The one in the song.

Yeah. The one in the song.

(Indistinct talk)

(Woman) Marie!

Marie, come see

what your grandpa brought you.

- (Stuttering) G-G-Grandpa!

- My beautiful girl.

W-What d-did you bring me?

Look in the basket, sweetie.

(Paulie) 'I opened my eyes,

and there she was.'

B-Bird.

(Squawking)

(Paulie) 'I didn't know what this

creature was, but I liked it.'

I thought I'd give her someone

to talk to. I named him Paulie.

Pretty P-Paulie.

(Paulie) 'Pretty Marie.'

You w-w-want some?

Just mix a little in there, OK?

Rate this script:(0.00 / 0 votes)