Judge Peckinpah: Mr. Red! What do we do now?
Red: Wait... You're asking me?
Judge Peckinpah: You tried to tell us but we didn't listen. I didn't listen.
Leonard: Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin.
Red: Well, how about that? My teacher can shoot fire balls out of her butt.
Red: Hey you know what? I used to believe in you. When I was a kid I believed nothing really bad could ever happen because you were here. And now I see the fate of the world hangs on idiots like me. And that sir is sort of terrifying.
Mighty Eagle: It's time for you to go.
Red: You know it's really upsetting to me that you're the only bird who can fly and you're to afraid to do it.
Ross: Come on Leonard dance.
Leonard: Leonard can't dance. He's hatching a new plan.
Judge Peckinpah: Mr Red! Given the severity of the crimes, I have no choice but to impose the maximum penalty allowed by the law: Anger management class.
Red: Ugh. Pluck my life.
Red: Am I a passionate bird? Yes, but what does it matter that we're not the same?
Red: That's me, Red. Ever since I was a kid, I never really fit in. No one understands me.
Chef Pig: Things are looking sunny side up.
Leonard: When I say Hey, you say Ho! Hey.
Birds: Ho.
Red: Well this is dynamite.
Answer: It is almost certainly playing on the trope that clowns (and comedians) often have issues with anger or depression, although they are assumed to be happy and fun.
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