Mike: And then the drunk guy says, "I can't help being an idiot; I'm Canadian."
Crow: Hahahaha. You're right! They're so pathetic, Mike!
Mike: Right, exactly.
Servo: Enough! There's been too much Canada-bashing for far too long. I say no more.
Mike: Don't you mean, "No more, eh?"
Crow: Good one, man! They are so stupid!
Servo: Stop it now! Instead, let us offer our northern brothers and sisters this song of tribute. Oh, I wish I was back in old Canada, a land which I never shall lampoon. How I pine for the ice covering Lake Manitoba and the beauty that is Saskatoon.
Mike: Oh, I got one. Oh, I wish I was stuck in the hills of Alberta drinkin beer with some big, dumb guy trapping fur.
Mike: As he scraped and he chisled all the moose dung off his boot, I would learn that he's the prime minister.
Servo: Oh, stop that.
Crow: Oh, I wish I was in the land that gave us Peter Jennings, Alanis Morrissette, Mike Myers too...
Crow: No, I take that back, I wouldn't go there even if you paid me! Oh, Canada, you are a place I must eskew.
Servo: Now this is not in the spirit that I intended.
Mike: Oh, come on. Give in. I mean, they gave us Ed the Sock... and Rush.
Crow: Yeah, what are you defending? They're such feebs!
Servo: Okay, I'll try.
Mike: Alright, good man!
Servo: Oh, I wish I was blowing up Prince Edward Island, then going on to bomb Ontario. Hehe. The destruction of Canada and all of its culture is by far my favorite scenario.
Mike: Okay, I think that's a little strong. You can back down...
Servo: Oh no, you were right, Mike. This is much more fun! Just where the hell does Canada get off sharing a border with countries far superior to it?
Servo: Why, you lousy, stinkin', Francophonic, bacon-lovin' bastards, your country's just a giant piece of sh...
Crow: Woah, woah, woah, woah! Geez!
Mike: Okay, I think that's enough! I think we've punched it. Cambot, okay. Thanks. Alright.
Servo: I have no sense of proportion. I'm a disgrace to my uniform.
Mike: I know. That's, that's okay. Now calm down now. Mustn't hate, mustn't hate...
Crow: At least so overtly.
Mike: Exactly, right. Must disguise our hate. Just a little, okay? We'll be right back. Shh, shh. It's okay now, Dudley. Calm down, calm down.
Servo: Pardon é mois! Pardon é mois!