Harry: Where's the booze?Lloyd: I got robbed by a sweet old lady on a motorized cart. I didn't even see it comin'![Harry starts to moan in despair]Lloyd: Harry... Oh, come on, Harry. Cheer up...Harry: [voice breaks] It gets worse, Lloyd. My parakeet, Petey...Lloyd: Yeah?Harry: He's dead.Lloyd: Oh... Oh, man, I'm sorry, Harry. What happened?Harry: His head fell off.Lloyd: [reacts; whispers] His head fell off?Harry: Yeah, he was pretty old.