Tommy: You know, the father bird -- he gathers leaves and twigs and... makes a comfortable nest, but by the time the eggs hatch, he's gone. Basically, the tiny, little, innocent baby birds -- they don't know their daddy. I wish I was a bird. Ah, just as well the father doesn't hang around. If he did, he'd probably end up criticizing the little birds chirping and pecking and flying.
Lily: Yeah. Or the little bird's choice of a mate. And then say "I told you so" when it flies off with a big-breasted robin.