Prologue

                                    

                                          
Sylvester: Stop.
Wile: I'll stop if you just explain it to me, because I don't...
Sylvester: Would you please just drop it?
Wile: All right, all right, fine, fine, fine, fine. Consider it dropped. It's dropped. It's on the ground.
Sylvester: Good.
Wile: But, I mean, come on, everybody loves birthdays. You got decorations. You got balloons. You got parties and cake.
Sylvester: Look, I don't need presents, I don't want decorations, and I'm-I'm not a cake guy.
Wile: Seriously, though, you don't like cake? Name one food better than cake.
Sylvester: Trolls.
Wile: Oh, again with the trolls. (chuckling) I bet if I blindfolded you, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference between a skunk and a troll.
Sylvester: Wrong. Cats have impeccable taste buds. I can taste air.
Wile: Air?
Sylvester: Yes. Air. (slurping) Mm. Nice.
Wile: I don't know. They're a little, uh... a little cute for my taste.
Sylvester: That's what makes them so delicious. You're not just eating food. You're eating pure goodness. It's not about the troll. It's about what it symbolizes on a deeper level. 
Wile: So, you can... you can taste air? What else you got?
Sylvester: Forget about it.
Wile: W-W-Wait. Can you also hear color? Can you see sound?
Sylvester: All right, all right. Okay.
Wile: 'Cause we should really be capitalizing on these skills.
Sylvester: Okay, all right, fine. Get it all out. Get it all out now.
Wile: Okay, okay.
(alarm bell dings)
Sylvester: Look at that. 4:00 p.m. Now I know the exact moment our friendship died.
Wile: (laughs) Let's bounce.
Sylvester: Yep.
Wile: Tastes like, um, you're gonna stick me with the bill... again.
(people gasping)
Sylvester: Well, it is my birthday.
Wile: So now you play the birthday card? That's interesting. (chuckling) Can we get a check, please, when you get a chance? Hello? Checkity-check-check. You know what? We're just gonna leave the money right here, okay?
Sylvester: You know the one good thing about this place?
Wile: What?
Sylvester: We never have to wait for a table.
Wile: Well, isn't that every place?
Sylvester: Hey, man. How you been? I haven't seen you in... Cat attack! (chuckles) Oh. Mints.
Wile: Sorry, folks. I'm switching him to decaf. (chuckles) All right.
BOTH: Let's do this.