Southern Dialect Goose

Marcus:  Honk, honk, honk -

Cyndi:  What's the matter, Marcus?  Do you have a cold?

Marcus:  No.  I'm practicing my honks.

Cyndi:  Oh, you're on the driving kick again and you're pretending to be a car horn?

Marcus:  Of course not.  All of you made fun of me when I insisted I can speak fluent goose.  (Late for a Recital ) You insisted geese honk and don't have a second language, so I'm practicing my honking to see if they understand me any better.  I doubt it, but I'm willing to try since we're going to have more geese than this arriving soon for the cold weather.

Cyndi:  You do know today is Flashback Friday and you honking does not constitute a flashback?

Marcus:  It's a flashback for me.  I'm remembering all those great conversations I've had with geese.

Cyndi:  And I'm remembering all the delusions you're posted about speaking geese ... er, goose.  You know, bird!    (Swiss Cheese Theory.  Marcus Two Step.  Mister I Speak Geese.  A Honkless Holiday.  Translating Goose to Dog.  Giggle of Goose Gaggle.  Marcus Speaks Geese.)

Marcus:  Hey, thanks for gathering our conversations together so I can go back and review them.  It will make it easier to compare results over time.  I'll be very surprised if they can understand me when I honk, but if I work on my accent, it should work.

Cyndi:  Of course, that's it!  You have to honk in the same dialect as the arriving geese and most of them don't speak with a Southern accent.

Marcus:  I'm glad you understand.  The rest of the Funny Farmers think I'm off my trolley.

Cyndi:  You speak geese with a Southern drawl.  What's not to understand?  **cough, cough**

Marcus:  Are you okay?  You haven't caught the cold I don't have, have you?

Cyndi:  No, no, I'm fine, just have a goose feather tickling my funny bone.

We are joining Flashback Friday.  To see other blog entries and/or to enter your own blog, visit the Five Sibes.

Percy:  And don't forget, we Funny Farmer Felines have another Mousebreath interview today.  You can read Gidget Bluesky and Honey Sunshine at Mousebreath.

And joining Feline Friday at Comedy Plus.

There's A Snake Where?

Percy:  Hey, Marcus, remember this picture of us from a couple of years ago? 

Marcus:  Yes, I remember.  I still had pointy ears then.  I got such a shock yesterday, though, I almost had pointy ears again.

Percy: What happened?  You get chased by a squirrel?

Marcus:  No, silly!  Jan and I take the same route on our walks.  We walked Monday morning without any problem.  In the evening, we set out as usual at a fast pace.  Not fast for me, fast for Jan.

Percy:  I know you didn't trip her.  She returned in one piece.

Marcus:  We didn't get very far before we heard a male voice yell.

Guy: "Ma'am, there's a snake up there!"

Jan:  "There's a WHAT WHERE!"

Guy:  Just ahead of you.  It's a big ole black snake."

Percy:  He was kidding, right?

Marcus:  The guy was sitting in a pickup truck in a turnaround ahead of us on the other side of the street.  Jan and I hotfooted it across the road to the truck.

Guy:  It was over there slithering in the grass beside the sidewalk.  I can't tell from here what it is, but I saw you and your dog coming and I didn't want either of you to get bitten."

Marcus:  Jan's old eyes couldn't see anything in the grass from that far away, but that area of the mill is overgrown and the grass by the sidewalk needs a good mowing.   She really wanted to see and take a picture of that snake, but no way was she going over there.  Whatever it was, she knew it could move faster than she can.  She thanked the guy before he drove off slowly, watching that side of the road.  It was really nice of him to stop and wait so he could warn us.

Percy:  So you turned around and came home?

Marcus:  No, we took our walk on the side of the road with no sidewalk.  I think we're going to be walking on that side for a long time. That really gave Jan a scare.

Percy:  And you?

Marcus:  Not me!  Nothing scares me!   ** leaps onto the swivel chair**  EEK, it's a snake!

Percy:  I thought nothing scares you!  That was Taylor dragging a shoelace through the room. 

Marcus:  Oh ... er, I was just showing you how Jan would have reacted if she had seen the snake.

Percy:  Uh-huh.  Nice try.


I would like to thank everyone who left a comment on our blog (Farewell Merci) or on Facebook, or emailed us.  Merci's passing was not a surprise.  She was 17 years old, blind, slightly deaf (wasn't the least afraid of the vacuum cleaner any longer), and had dementia.  She'd been "in hospice" here for a while.

I nearly lost her last September at the same time Buddy died but she rallied.  I coped these past months by doing what I could for her and not talking about how she was.  Even if we think we are prepared for a death, we actually aren't.

 Thank you, Ann of Zoolatry, and

Ingrid, Pipo & Dalton from Meezer's Mews & Terrieristical Woofs

... for the lovely graphics.

Late for a Recital

Mo:  Look who's coming this way!

Minnie:   Oh, no, it's that dog that thinks he speaks goose.

Mo:  Has anyone told him all geese are not named Minnie or Mo?

Minnie:  I doubt it.  He has a hearing problem.

Mo:  How do you know that: 

Minnie:  Listen to this.  "HONK, HONK!"

Marcus:  Hey, Buddy, did you hear that?  Minnie just yelled, "Hey Marcus, good to see you again."

Buddy:  Are you sure?  I just heard, "Honk, honk."

Marcus:  Of course, I'm sure.  I speak fluent goose.

Mo:  "Honk, honk, hoooonk!"

Buddy:  If Minnie is so glad to see you, why are all the geese waddling off in the other direction?

Marcus:  Mo said they're sorry they have to go, but they're late for a recital.

Buddy:  They're late for a what?

Marcus:  A recital.  Or did he say they're late for a singalong?  The two words are very similar in goose, you know.

The Screwball Marcus

Percy:  Remember when Jan stopped to meet someone who used to work at Martha Mill?  While they talked, Marcus stripped down to his collar with one leash attached.  To this day he swears the devil made him do it.

Buddy:  He was so proud of himself for getting out of his harness and one of two leashes.  He used to be such an escape artist until Jan started clipping his harness to his collar.

Percy:  It's been so hot and humid lately Marcus hasn't been getting into much mischief.  I kind of miss that.

Buddy:  You miss what?

Percy:  Oh, you're right.  What was I thinking?  It's so peaceful here when Marcus is passed out with the rest of us.

Buddy:  On the other paw, it has been kind of boring around here lately.  Except for those moments when Marcus races around screeching at everyone because he thinks he's going for a walk.

Percy:  Or Jan is taking out the trash.  Or cleaning the litter pans. I don't know where he got the idea he's the official trash escort.  It's not like Jan can't find her own way outside to the trash can.

Buddy:  Well, she does tend to get lost between the living room and kitchen a lot.

Percy:  Then I guess Marcus does have a purpose here.  We old furries can sleep while he snoopervises Jan.

Buddy:  So this week we are thankful for the screwball Marcus?

Percy:  I'm afraid so.


Note:  Sorry we have been missing for a while.  We will probably be around sporadically until we all feel better.


 We're joining the Thankful Thursday blog hop at Brian's Home.

Swiss Cheese Theory

Percy:  We had a post in mind for today but we have forgotten what it was supposed to be, so we're going to wing it.

Marcus:  Speaking of winging it, my old friends the geese don't visit as often as they used to but they do still come to check on me every once in a while.

Percy:  They don't come to check on you!  They stop at the mill to rest and eat.

Marcus:  Oh, yeah?  Then why was their leader honking my name?

Percy:  I don't know.  Maybe one of his wives is named Marcia and you just mis-heard him  

Marcus:  I have 20/20 hearing and I do not mis-hear!

Percy:  I didn't know anyone has 20/20 hearing, but if anyone does, it would be you.

Marcus:  Thank you.  

Percy:  I do notice the geese are always moving but never moving toward you. 

Marcus:  That's because Buddy and Merci are with me - Jan too - and the geese are wary of strangers.

Percy:  They're always with you, so how can they be strangers? 

Marcus:  They don't speak goose.  If you want to make friends, you have to speak the language.

Percy:  If you are such an expert, why don't you teach them the language?

Marcus:  They're all too old to learn.  Once you pass a certain age, your brain turns into Swiss cheese and everything you hear falls out the holes in your head.

Percy:  Where did you hear that? 

Marcus:  I heard Jan telling someone that since she's gotten old, most everything she hears goes in one ear and out the holes in her head.

Percy:  And from that you got the Swiss cheese theory?

Marcus:  Of course!  Everyone knows Swiss cheese is full of holes.

Percy:  So is your theory!  Have you considered psychotherapy?

Marcus:  Yes, but sitting all day listening to everyone's problems doesn't interest me.

Percy:  I wasn't asking if you want to become a psychotherapist.  I was suggesting you be the patient.

Marcus:  Thanks for your concern but I don't have any problems.  And the geese are waiting for me.  Gotta run!

Won Word Wednesday 3

Rusty:  Lonely.

(For those of you who like to identify birds, here's a closer view.)

Buddy:  You look like you swallowed that bird, Rusty.

Rusty:

Buddy:  I said you look like you swallowed that bird, Rusty.

Rusty:

Buddy:  I said you look like ... Oh, wait, I remember.  You can't say anything or you lose your One Word Wednesday post, right, Rusty?

Rusty:  Right!  Nooooooooooooooooooo!

Buddy:  I'm sorry, Rusty.  You almost succeeded and won with "won" word this week.

Note:  We are under severe weather alerts for today and might be offline all day or most of it.  We know many of you are in the path of the same storm.  We pray you will be safe! 

Obedience School for Jan

Cyndi:  That doesn't look like a Funny Farmer.  What is it doing in today's post?

Merci:  We saw it on our walk last week.  We thought it was kind of a neat shot.

Cyndi:  What's neat about it?  It's a broken down old building, a pile of rocks and a big truck.

Merci:  Ah, but that truck is finally carting off some of the rock piles on the mill property.  There wasn't any work done there for about a year but they are finally back to trying to clean it up.

Cyndi:  How long will that take - about a week?

Merci:  I think it's going to take a lot longer than that.  You ought to help us walk Jan one day and you could see the mill for yourself.

Cyndi:  No, thanks.  I'm allergic to mills.

Merci:  You must mean pills.  You can't be allergic to mills.

Cyndi:  Okay, I'm allergic to walking with you dogs.  I've heard Jan's a handful.  Pulls on the leash, wanders off in the wrong direction, stops at the most inconvenient times to breathe ... I mean, who needs to breathe while walking?

Merci:  You're right.  She needs to go through Obedience School.

Cyndi:  Good luck with that.

Merci:  We tried once.  The receptionist asked questions such as is Jan housebroken, well-socialized, does she get into the trash,  does she bark at passersby, and does she know basic commands? 

Cyndi:  And?

Merci:  She said Jan sounds like a good prospect.  Then she asked if Jan howls when an emergency vehicle passes with siren blaring, and we had to admit she doesn't.  The receptionist cleared her throat and asked does Jan have any strange quirks.  I asked if howling at the answering machine counts and the woman hung up the phone.

Polite Pee Mail

Cyndi:  Psst, I'm up here.  You should have known I would be up high.  I'm pretty feisty for an old lady cat.

Marcus:  Is feisty a word?

Cyndi:  Of course it is.  It means spunky.

Marcus:  Why didn't you just say that?

Cyndi:  Because it's good for you to learn new words so you don't make stupid mistakes like you did the other day when you told Jan to drop "a bomb" instead of a balloon.

Marcus:  I guess it was a good thing she didn't listen to me. 

Cyndi:  We want to share some photos Jan took on the 16th, just a few days ago.  We weren't expecting any rain and we didn't get anything but an almost perceptible mist in the area of the clouds, but look at those clouds.

Marcus:  There hasn't been any demolition or cleanup work done at the mill in almost a year.  The mess makes a great backup for the threatening clouds.

Cyndi:  And just barely to the right, here is more of the same.

Marcus:  And just barely to the right of that photo, the sky was clear and beautiful.  Jan loves to watch the clouds on our walks.  We dogs prefer to read pee mail.

Cyndi:  And from what I understand, you love to leave your own for other dogs to read.

Marcus:  That's only polite, but if the last dog left a political statement, the proper thing to do is to kick dirt over it.

Cyndi:  There's a lot of thunder booming and rain expected, especially this weekend.  We're sure thankful we have a home where we can stay dry when the weather is bad.  And our internet has stayed on for a whole week now.

Marcus:  It blinked yesterday and Jan said it nearly gave her a heart attack.  That was so nice of our ISP to give Jan a free health checkup.

Cyndi:  A heart attack is not a free health checkup.  If she'd had one, it might have been a checkout.

Marcus:  Well, if she checked out, I hope she kept her receipt.

Cyndi:  I think I need a nap.

Marcus:  You're going to need a double nap when you realize we just finished our Thankful Thursday post for today.  Thursday was yesterday.  Today is Friday!  


We are joining the Pet Parade hosted by Rascal and Rocco, Basil the Bionic Cat, Barking from the Bayou and Owned by a husky.

Marcus Two-Step

Micah:  Is it true what I heard about Marcus honking again?

Marcus.

Buddy:  It depends on what you heard.  If you heard he was communicating with geese again, that's sort of true.

Micah:  How can it be "sort of" true?

Buddy:  Well, Marcus sort of thinks he was communicating with geese again.   I couldn't attest that either species was on the same honking dialect.  In fact, I am pretty certain they weren't.

Micah: How can you be sure?

Buddy:  As we walked closer, the geese backed up and began to two-step to our left.

Micah:  So why did Marcus come home so proud of himself?

Buddy:  He thinks he taught them to dance.


PS:  Regarding yesterday's post - Flat Black Flying Insect -  where Jan was stung by the mystery insect.  (She only saw it squashed for a second.)  She tried to cut the same bushes in the rain yesterday, hoping things would be uneventful.  Before long, there were insects flying around, so she retreated.

She really wants to find out where they are hiding, so when it rained a little harder, she thought she would try again.  They came out again.  She came in the house to get her reading glasses.  Wearing them, she was able to stand on the porch and locate one upside down through an opening in the bush.  W- A - S - P!

We've had wasps flying around "on" our porch for years.  Never found where they came from and they never bothered us.  Wasps in the bushes is something new.  These didn't actually bother Jan either.  She researched over the weekend and found wasps can build a nest in a bush and be highly aggressive to someone just walking by.  But there is no nest in these bushes!

Wonder what kind of wasps these could be?  She accidentally "attacked" the wasp that stung her, not the other way around, and so far they haven't bothered her, but Jan is terrified they won't take kindly to repeated disturbances.   Those bushes have got to be trimmed!  Any safe advice?

Mr. I Speak Geese

Marcus: You'll never guess who I saw on our walk the other day?

Rusty:  The geese Minnie and Mo.

Marcus:  Yes.  How did you know?

Rusty:  When you got home, Buddy and Merci told us you had been carrying on a conversation with yourself again.

Marcus:  They're just jealous because they don't speak geese.  Er, goose.  Bird, they don't speak bird.

Rusty:  So what did the geese have to say this time?

Marcus:  Mo started honking as soon as he saw us coming.  He said he was so glad to see me again.  It's been a while and he missed my face.  Or maybe he said he missed my ears.  I had a hard time translating that part, but he did miss something about me.

Rusty:  Wait.  Did you say he missed your ears?  Seriously?

Marcus:  I'm not sure.  We don't speak the same dialect.

Rusty:  Are you sure he didn't suggest you clean your ears?

Marcus:  Why would he do that?

Rusty:  I heard a rumor that dogs with dirty ears hear things that aren't ... uh, real.

Marcus:  They do?  Maybe that's Merci's problem.  She keeps complaining I scream in her ear when we set out on a walk, and you all know I'm the calmest dog you know.  I never scream.  I think I'll go suggest Jan clean Merci's ears.

Cyndi:  Where's Marcus off to now?

Rusty:  I think he's going to suggest Jan clean Merci's ears so Merci doesn't hear him screaming when he's excited.

Cyndi:  That doesn't make any sense.

Rusty:  I know that and you know that, but Mr. I Speak Geese hasn't a clue.

Optical Illusion

Rusty:  Why are we posting pictures of trees in the rain?

Merci: Because I like them.  And they aren't trees in the rain.  They are trees after the rain. 

Rusty:  But everything looks wet like it's raining. I can see it coming down.

Merci:  That's an optical illusion.  It was a very hot, humid day.  We had rain and when Jan went outside to work in the yard, she saw steam rising from the road near Martha Mill.

Rusty:  What's an optical illusion?

Merci:  That's where you see something that isn't there, except it is, only it doesn't look like itself.

Rusty:  It's a ... what?

Merci:  It's something that appeals to Jan because, as we all know, Jan has a peculiar eye for pictures.

Rusty:  Hey, I recognize that area.  It's where you guys and Jan found Micah after he was dumped. 

Merci:  You're right.  It's a good two blocks from here.  Jan's ancient.  I didn't think she could see that far.

Rusty:  Why would you think that?

Merci:  Because yesterday she stepped on my paw on her way to the kitchen and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there."

Mama and Baby Pipe Birds

Rusty:  Bloggers have been asking for an update on the birds nesting in the pipe.  Marcus, you speak goose.  Do you also speak bird?

Marcus:  A goose is just a big bird with a built-in horn so he can honk the song of his people ... er, his gaggle.  So, yes, I speak bird fluently.

Micah:  Are the baby birds okay and still living in the pipe?  (Dedicated Determination and Cat in Hat with Scarf)

Marcus:  Yes, they are okay.  They tweet a "Hello, Marcus" at me every day or two.

Merci:  It sounds more like a "Mama, save us!" to me and Buddy.

Marcus:  That's because you don't speak their language.  Their mama thanked me for keeping such a watchful eye on them.

Buddy:  Is that what you call it when you practically drag us the last yards to the pipe - each direction!  

Marcus:  Last weekend we saw mama sitting on the pipe singing joyfully.  Jan was so afraid you guys would scare her away she stopped immediately and mama was just a blip in the picture.  Mama was gone before Jan could change the settings.

Rusty:  I bet you barked and scared her away, Marcus.

Merci:  Actually, Marcus has been quiet around the nursery.  

Marcus:  A few evenings ago, Mama was sitting on the pipe and flew into a tree when we approached.  She was small and hard to find to photograph.

Micah:  From what you've said, she'd have to be small for her and her babies to nest in a 2 inch wide pipe.

Rusty:  Is that picture for real?  It looks like wallpaper to me.

Merci:  Yes, it's real.  It was taken looking almost straight up at the evening sky.

Buddy:  This one is from the other day.  It's tough to get a picture looking down a dark pipe.

Marcus:  Here's another shot of mama.  Isn't she cute?  I keep waiting for those babies to accept my invitation to lunch.

Rusty:  Well, when they do, please let the rest of us know. We don't want to miss that meal.


Prayers requested for these sweet doggies, Luke/Benny and Cousin Andy.

You might remember Luke.  He lived with us for several weeks, was returned to his family, saved from there by Teresa, taken in by an Atlanta rescue and transported to New England where he went to live with Elise, Matt and his fur sister Rosie.

Last Saturday we learned Luke - now Benny! - has some health issues and was diagnosed with Lyme disease and with heartworms. 

Cousin Andy lives with Miss Teresa.  (Not Luke/Benny's Teresa)  We introduced him (Funny Farmers and Cousin Andy) in 2009.  Yesterday we learned he has been diagnosed with lymphoma.  Miss Teresa and Mr. Doug are heartsick.  They really love this little guy.  We do too.

We are joining the Pet Parade blog hop with hosts Rascal and Rocco,  Bionic Basil, Barking From the Bayou and Owned by a Husky. 

Translating Goose to Dog

Minnie:  What are you staring at so intently?

Mo:  You see those two dogs over there?  The one on the right is  called Marcus and he thinks he speaks goose.

Minnie:  So you're going to attack him?

Mo:  No, I'm going to honk at him until his ears burn.

Marcus:  Hey, Buddy, I'm so glad we ran into Minnie and Mo again.  Jan won't let me wear my sign in public (Giggle of Goose Gaggle) but Mo is honking at me anyway.  He says he really looks forward to seeing me on our walks.

Buddy:  You can't honestly believe a goose looks forward to seeing you.

Marcus:  Of course I do.  Mo wouldn't lie. 

Buddy:  But what if you're translating geese ... er, goosespeak wrong?

Marcus:  Here, I'll translate for you.  Mo says, "Marcus is my best friend, except for you, Minnie.  It's a shame he doesn't have wings.  He could fly away with us."

Minnie:  Mo, I think you need to calm down a bit and stop honking at that Marcus dog. 

Mo:  I've been speaking my opinion of him at full volume for ten minutes and that dog thinks I'm flattering him.  

Minnie:  Perhaps he needs his hearing checked.

Mo:  Maybe he needs a dictionary!

Minnie:  Oh, I know.  He's having a problem with your accent.  We're Canadian Geese.  Marcus is a Georgia dog.  They speak Southern Drawl here.

Giggle of Goose Gaggle

Cyndi: Marcus, if you're trying to pretend you're a long-necked goose, you're failing.

Micah:  He's not pretending to be a goose.  He's pretending to have all his faculties.

Cyndi:  But why is he posing with his snoot in the air and a sign around his neck?

Micah:  Because Frankie and Ernie left a comment on yesterday's post (Marcus Speaks Geese) that said, "We have always heard that COMMUNICATION is a Two Way Street... and that it is not EASY to make your TRUE intentions known to others... hehehhehe SO sometimes there CAN be some Confusion... RIGHT???? BUTT, you go ahead and stick to your interpretation of what those GEESE were sayin to you... You could make a SIGN that says ...  HONK if you want to be MY FUREND... That should clear thingys up.

Cyndi:  Frankie keeps saying Ernie lies. Why would Marcus actually do what those guys suggested?

Micah:  He thought it sounded like a good idea at the time.  At least he's not wearing his breakfast on his chin. 

Marcus:  Is this better?  I told Jan to try to include my face this time.

Cyndi:  You look a little -

Marcus:   - aristocratic?

Cyndi:  No, a little arrogant in this picture, Marcus. 

Marcus:  I wanted to wear this sign on our walk Monday evening but Jan said she didn't want to be seen in public with me wearing it.

Micah:  You'd probably be the giggle of the goose gaggle.

Marcus:  There was no gaggle.  Just Minnie and Mo again and even without my sign, he honked and honked at me before they flew away.

Cyndi:  That's okay, Marcus.  Even if you had been wearing your sign, I'm not sure geese can read -

Marcus:  - English?

Cyndi:  No, I was going to say, I'm not sure geese can read your writing. 

Earlier this month, Bacon set up this Wags and Wave for a Forrest Day posting today.  Forrest was the beloved dog of our friend Fozziemom (Bev) from All Fur One and One Fur All.  And then on Sunday - Mother's Day - Bacon's family quickly and unexpectedly lost a beloved furry of their own - Mouse Cat.

Marcus Speaks Geese

Marcus:  Hey, Rusty, have you met my new friends?

Rusty:  You have friends? 

Marcus:  Oh, yes, I have a lot of friends.

Merci:  He saw these two on his afternoon walk for two days in a row.  Then they flew off and he hasn't seen them since.

Marcus:  Their names are Minnie and Mo. 

Rusty:  How do you know their names?

Marcus:  They introduced themselves. 

Rusty:  I doubt that.  I think you named them.

Merci:  They wandered around the mill for two days with one honking steadily.

Marcus:  He wasn't honking.  He was inviting me to come play with them.

Rusty:  He was inviting you to come play?  You speak geese ... goose ... whatever?

Merci:  No, he has a hearing problem.  The goose was honking for him to go away but Marcus preferred to hear otherwise. 

Marcus:  You just wait until they return.  They'll tell you what they think of me.

Rusty:  Oh, I'm sure they will.  I'm just not sure it will be what you think you heard.

Hard Hat at the Cleaners

PERCY:  The weather is warming and I'm getting antsy.  I think next time you dogs take Jan for a walk, I want to go along.

MERCI:  You know you'll have to wear a harness and leash to help keep Jan from wandering off, don't you?

PERCY:  Well, if I have to, but I think she should be old enough to find her own way home by now.  It must be so nice to see different scenery.  Pretty scenery.  Not the same drab view day after day.

MERCI: I don't know about pretty scenery.  This is a recent example of what we see daily on our walking route.

PERCI:  You're joking.  It looks like a ... a ...

MERCI:  A junk pile?  See the crane on the right?  There used to be a building there.  Actually, there used to be buildings all over the Martha Mill property but they are being demolished.

PERCY:  I think I'll pass on walking with you.  My hard hat is at the dry cleaners.

MERCI:  I've never seen you with a hard hat.

PERCY:   (*mumbles* And you won't see me in one now, if I can help it.)  How can you dogs walk Jan by that mess?  What if a building falls on you?  You'd be squashed.

MERCI:  That's why Buddy and I hang back and let Jan lead the way.  Jan is taller than we are. If anything falls on her, she might come through a little shorter but she'll survive.  You know how hard-headed she is.

PERCY:  It sounds like you have a good plan, but I have always heard you should never go near a constructions site  -

MERCI:  In this case, a demolition site.

PERCY:  Okay, you should never go near a demolition site without a hard hat. I think I'll wait for mine to come back from the dry cleaners.