Free Birds

Jake:
Goodbyes are just hellos blowing across the wind until our paths intersect once again.

Reggie:
Do you know what "hypothetically" means?

Jenny:
No, but I can imagine a scenario where I might.

Indian Chief:
Those are some angry birds.

Elder Turkey:
Our world is made of corn. [grabs leaf] Leafy corn. [has corn in hand] Corn corn.

[Elder Turkey waves hand at sun]

Elder Turkey:
Fire corn!

Reggie:
That's an awesome theory, but I think they actually call that the Sun.

Elder Turkey:
[pauses] Owwut. OUT!

Reggie:
Well, I guess this is good-bye.

Jake:
No, Reggie. Good-byes are just hello’s, carried across the wind until our paths... intersect once again.

Reggie:
That's beautiful. [pauses] And confusing.

were going back in time to the first thanksgiving to get turkeys off the menu THATS RIGHT! WERE GOING BACK IN TIME TO GET TURKEYS OFF THE MENU

(JAKE :
FREE BIRDS)

were going back in time to the first thanksgiving to get turkeys off the menu THATS RIGHT! WERE GOING BACK IN TIME TO GET TURKEYS OFF THE MENU

(JAKE :
FREE BIRDS)