[Hank snorts at the name choice but doesn't argue with it.] Feathered rat suits the bastard... [He can see it.]

[But, more kindly, he says-] You'd be a good dog owner. [High praise from Lt. Anderson happening, there.]

Alright, I'm getting out of the fucking grass. Getting stickers up to my fuckin' knees. [He means sticky grass seats, burrs, and he's not wrong. He's finding all of them. More than poor Tubbs is, which means someone's going to need a brushing.]