Oh I make it loud and clear - seeing those creatures cannot read I remind them frequently as I squish the very life out of them.
I mean don't we have an agreement like with the birds and squirrels about getting out of the way of the cars...
JERRY: You ran over some pigeons? How many?
GEORGE: What ever they had. Miranda thinks I'm a butcher but i-i-it's not my fault is it? Don't we have a deal with the pigeons?
JERRY: Course we have a deal. They get out of the way of our cars, we look the other way on the statue defecation.
GEORGE: Right! And these pigeons broke the deal. I will not accept the blame for this!