Horatio, (unseen) to Cecil, on fence: Yo Cecil, it's me, down here!
Horatio, aggrieved: Down here on the chair yo'. Dumb bird.
Horatio: Yeah. What it is, the Woman left some seed in this bowl, yo.
Horatio: Yup, that's seed in there.
Cecil, peering into bowl: I say, Horatio, my good chap, you are absolutely spot on. That is seed in there. I say!
Cecil, in bowl: Oh, this is delightful!
Cecil, occupying bowl: In fact, bugger off, Horatio!
Horatio, exiting stage R: Yo mama, Cecil!