Greg: Do you remember the pigeon's nest that was right under our bedroom window?
Dharma: The one the hawk got?
Greg: Well, there was no hawk. The cooing and the chirping was driving me nuts so I moved the nest to the park.
Dharma: You can't just move the bird's nest. The mother'll never be able to find it and the chicks will starve to death.
Greg: I know that now.
Dharma: (Starting to cry) Oh my God.
Greg: I'm sorry. But I unburdened and you're right; I feel so much better, karmic baggage-wise.
Dharma: You murdered babies?
Greg: Not babies! Pigeons. Rats with wings!