Jeremy Ratchford

Amy Alden: Excuse me, sir, please leave him alone.

Glen Seifert: Your name's Amy, isn't it? Well, Amy, these geese belong to the Crown.

Amy Alden: What crown?

Glen Seifert: That's the Queen of England.

Thomas Alden: Pinioning?

Susan Barnes: I have no idea.

Glen Seifert: [prepares to cut the tip off Igor's wing with a fingernail clipper] She made rules for us to follow. It's for the good of the goose, it's for the good of the people. Now what you do is you take the wing and you just shave a bit off the cuticle here--

Amy Alden: [utterly enraged; shoots up from her chair and hits Seifert on the head repeatedly with a bowl of popcorn] WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! STOP IT!! STOP IT!! STOP IT!! STOP IT!!

Thomas Alden: [indignantly grabs Seifert and hauls him to the door; Susan grabs Igor from Seifert's hand while Amy takes the flock in the bathroom] What the hell are you doing?!

Susan Barnes: Watch out!

Glen Seifert: Jeez! What are you doing?!

Thomas Alden: [throws Seifert down the stairs] What the hell do you think you're doing, huh?!

Glen Seifert: What is wrong with you? I'm trying to help! What happens when your birds start to fly? What happens in two months when they start to migrate? They're gonna end up zapped in power lines or dead on the highway, except--

Thomas Alden: [shoves Seifert by force] GET OFF MY LAND!!

Glen Seifert: LISTEN TO ME!! Your birds could be carrying parasites and disease! If they infect while they want--

Thomas Alden: STAY OFF OF MY PLACE!!!

Glen Seifert: Your birds are gonna get clipped, no matter what! If your birds fly, I'm gonna have to confiscate them!