My memory is good but short...

Rocket: What was that sound?

Greg: I don't know it's coming from my camera. Let's see"Memory Card Full".

Rocket: Uh Oh!

Greg: What do you mean?

Rocket: I look terrible in black!

Greg: So?

Rocket: I got a funeral to go to because Lina is so going to kill you!

Greg: Nah! I'll just delete some old photos, she'll never know...

Rocket: What are you deleting?

Greg: Just some old wedding photos! No one ever looks at those.

Rocket: Are you kidding? I carry mine with me.

Greg: You do not! Show me.

Greg: Very cute! She'll never miss 'em.

Lina: Greg what are you up to?

Rocket: I can't look.

Greg: Oh hi honey just deleting some pictures of Rocky here to make room for holiday snaps!

Lina: It's about time too!

Lina leaves; Rocket comes out of hiding

Rocket: Nice Save Cheevers! Whitish! (Rocket makes mocking whiplash sounds) You are whipped.

Greg Better metaphorically than literally!

Rocket: Too true!

A snitch in time...

Greg: Hey look Rock!I think they are Hermit thrushes!

Hermit Thrushes: (In unison) The Squirrel is at the feeder. The Squirrel is at the feeder!

Rocket: You're wrong! I think they're STOOL PIGEONS!!

What's in a name?

 Ever wonder how Rocket got his name?

I rest my case!

Band of Brothers

Greg: Lina, Rock sure is going to be lonesome sleeping all by himself out there on the deck tonight...

Lina: I know what you are hinting at and he's not sleeping in here. He got himself thrown out of the house again for drinking and carousing with his single buddies while his wife is at home with twenty eight kids. He ought to be ashamed...

Greg: Still heesh my liddul buddy and I feel shum bad fer him...

Lina: Is that whiskey I smell on your breath?

Greg: Nah! Jest shum hootch that Rock brewed up from peanuts and yeast!

Lina: (handing Greg a pillow and a blanket) Well misery loves company. Join your rodent friend on the deck!

Greg: (door slamming in his face) Well liddul buddy it looksh like ids me and you... Rocky?... Rocky?... Rock... Great, so much for company!

Shades of Red (Squirrel that is)

Rocket: Holy man. it`s bright out here!

Greg: Yeah, it`s a beautiful day!

Rocket: Beautiful if you like the back of your retinas seared like a strip loin!

Greg: Sorry Rock I am wearing sunglasses. I didn`t really notice.

Rocket: Maybe I should get sunglasses.

Greg: You think they make shades for Squirrels?

Rocket: Sure they do; OAK-leys!


Greg: You set me up again!

Rocket: You are the straight man just keep it up! The shortest distance between two points is the straight line, but the FUNNIEST distance is the PUNCH LINE! HaHaHa!

Rocket has a short fuse...

Rocket: Magpies! I hate 'em!

Greg: Beautiful birds; though Rock.

Rocket: Rats with wings!

Greg: They're a member of the crow family.

Rocket: The black sheep of the crow family!

Greg: Actually they are one of the few crows that isn't black.

Rocket: Rats with wings!

Greg: Why don't you like them?

Rocket: They are always eating my peanuts! Just look at him!

Greg: Easy Rock. What are you going to do about it?

Rocket: (Doing his best imitation of Pierre Trudeau) Just watch me!

RRSP (Rodent Retirement Savings Plan)

Greg: Penny for your thoughts?

Rocket: Penny??? I Guess you haven't heard they stopped making the penny; it's a nickel now, cough it up!

Greg: So what are you thinking about?

Rocket: The future; I wonder what it will be like?

Greg: So what are your plans for the future, when the kids move away and you and the Misses are empty nesters?

Rocket: I don;t know. I will miss the kids all twenty eight of them. I wonder...(sound of a dream sequence fills the deck)

Rocket: Brrrr! Well enough of that noise! What's on TV?

Greg: Desperate House Squirrels.


Rocket: Beats this crap! I'm there!