Iago: (oc) Well done, Jay! (Inside his tree, Iago is seen rummaging through some stinky vegetables.) Serves them right, those yuletide loving, sickly sweet, nog-sucking cheer mongers! (picks up an onion) I really don't like em. Mm-mm. No I don't. (takes a bite out of the onion.) Jay!
Jay: (nervously) Y-yes, sir?
Iago: Get my cloak.
Jay: Right away, sir.
Iago: I've been much too tolerant of these juvenile delinquents and their innocent, victimless pranks. (rubs the onion under his armpits, then throws it away.) So they wanna get to know me, do they? They wanna spend a little "quality time" with Iago? (he turns to the shot where we see his beak.) I guess I could use a little... social interaction. (He then does a creepy, sinister looking smile.)