Paulie Page #3

Look, I'm sorry. You keep

saying it for her. Let her say it.

I'm doing my best!

They told you to say the word?

I don't think so. Let her say it.

Am I supposed to leave

her there totally frustrated?

Cup.

- (Dad) Just let her say the word.

- Cup.

C-up.

Cup.

C-Cup.

You did it, Marie. You did it!

(Paulie) 'All it took was one word

and they shut up.

'I wanted to learn more.'

- What's that?

- Ch-Ch-Chair.

That's a chair. Give me some of that.

- F-F-Fence.

- Fence.

Fl-Flower.

- What about this?

- R-Rock.

Rock. What are those?

- Ew, bugs.

- Don't mind if I do. (Chuckles)

I'm going to the store.

Wanna take a ride with me?

N-N-No. Paulie i-i-is helping me...

learn some new words.

No, Bunny, birds don't talk,

and they don't teach, OK?

They just repeat what we say.

They don't understand.

P-P-Paulie understands.

Pretty quiet, aren't you there,

Professor?

I was quiet. I'm sorry I was,

but I was afraid of him.

And that's not all I was afraid of.

Come on. Birds fly.

You were afraid to fly?

I was afraid of heights.

- Until I learned a new word.

- What?

- (Gasping)

- What?

No, no, no...

(Paulie)

'I had no idea what it was.'

Bad idea. Very bad.

(Paulie) 'But something told me

it was hazardous to my health.'

I see claws and teeth and eyes.

And claws and teeth and eyes.

The claws! Look at those claws.

(Paulie) 'So this flea bag

got run of the place,

'and was allowed

to hang out on the couch

'where me and Marie used to watch TV.

'I was banished to

this very uncomfortable coat rack,

'which they called a "perch".'

(Meowing)

- (Meowing)

- Hey, kitty, kitty.

(Paulie) 'And so began

a lifelong trend of speaking,

'when I should've

kept my big beak shut.'

(Paulie) Here, kitty, kitty.

Come on outside.

Come on. We've got some shrimps

on the barbecue for ya.

Right heres. No. Keep... Hey.

Turn around and go outside, you

stupid hair ball. They're calling.

Go on. That's it. Go outside, Muffy

or Pumpkin, or duh...

I don't even know your name.

Uh, go, uh, go dig something up

or bury something.

Why are you coming towards me?

No, you...

That's not good. You don't wanna

be on the furniture.

It doesn't match your coat.

(Chuckles) Get down. Get down.

Get down from the furniture.

Get down. You don't even like salad.

That's...

- Ah! Look out!

- (Meowing)

Come on. Leave me alone, cat!

(Laughing)

I wasn't laughing at you.

Come on. Leave me alone.

- (Hissing)

- Stop!

- Stop it, you bad cat!

- Stupid hair ball.

- Shoo!

- Yeah, shoo!

I don't think she can

tell the difference

between fantasy and reality.

Come on.

You know what she said?

Are you ready for this?

She said the bird told her

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