The wrinkle faced balding Chief Munchkin, well into his third pint, is tearfully relating the story of his brother-in-law's third cousin once removed, except that he can't quite articulate the relationship clearly for some reason.

"Annywye, I loiked 'im, I did!! (sniff!) And when they tole me he'd ended up hanging up there in that tree, it nearly broke my 'eart!! We tried to arrange for some studio hands wiv a ladder tuh git him down, like, but the Goldwyn Meyer finks wouldn't allow it!! I tell yer, I was 'eartbroke."

"Aw, sweetie," Morty chirps, "I know eggzackly how you feels!"

THey hold hands over their empty platters and gaze tearfully into each other's eyes.