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Butch: You mean to tell me you live in this dump, Barker butt?
Fooker: Unfortunately. What's your excuse for being here?

[[Trudy enters]]
Trudy: Hi, Butch darling... Oh, I see you know Fooker!
Fooker: TRUDY?!

Butch: Be right with you, my little pigeon poisoner. I want to pound this runt first.
Fooker: Definitely a match, but not made in heaven...
{{Reference to Tom Lehrer song, "Poisoning pigeons in the park"}}