GEORGE: What ever they had. Miranda thinks I'm a butcher but it's not my fault is it? Don't we have a deal with the pigeons?
JERRY: Of course. We have a deal. They get out of the way of our cars, we look the other way on the statue defecation.
GEORGE: Right! And these pigeons broke the deal. I will not accept the blame for this.
Pois é, hoje uma pomba quebrou esse acordo comigo. Dei uma "semi" atropeladinha nela. Mas acho que ela continou voando.
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