On her way to work, a woman would pass a parrot in the window of a pet shop every morning.
And every morning, without fail, the parrot would quip, 'You're ugly.'
The women tried to ignore him, to cross the street, but invariably, he would adjust his voice to quip, 'You're ugly.'
One day, she'd lost the rag.
'Listen here, you little fucker! You say that to me one more time I'm going to smack your beak off. Okay?'
'Okay,' quipped the parrot.
The next morning, the women walked by, grinning from ear to ear.
'Well,' she said to the parrot. 'Have you got anything to say?'
'You know . . . ' said the parrot.