Spitfire: Hey, Soarin, let me ask you what are you looking at? Soarin: (blushes) Ehm… well… nothing, Firebutt, I was just… er… looking at your beautiful wings. Yeah! Spitfire: "Firebutt"? I see what you did here… Soarin: Ops… (swallows saliva nervously, foolishly grins and blushes even more)