Fowl Language

Excuse my fowl language during the following:

(Two old ladies are golfing. The people ahead are a little slow, so
they decide to have a cigar while they wait)
Ratbag1: Would you like a cigar Mrs. Fundament?
Ratbag2: Sure, Mrs. Sillyname.
(As Mrs. Fundament goes to her golf bag):
Ratbag1: Cubans!
Ratbag2: Where! Where! ....oh...(laughing with realization)....I see, Cuban cigars. Spent some time in the states, see.
Ratbag2: (Laughing along) Oh dear. (She hands Mrs. Sillyname a cigar, and they lick it over-zealously)
(Mrs Fundament reaches into the other side of her golfbag and pulls out an overly exaggerated sized lighter requiring two hands to operate. She lights up the cigars and they puff contently upon them)
Ratbag2: Say Mrs. Fundament, where'ld you get such a ridiculously
over-sized lighter?
Ratbag1: From a magical genie
Ratbag2: Oh dear, my agent never mentioned this would be a genie
sketch...oh well...A genie?
Ratbag1: Why yes, it's in my golf bag. Go ahead, take a look.
Ratbag2: Right, right...(shuffles unenthusiastically to the golf bag and looks in one of the pouches.) Why dear, yes. So there is.
Ratbag1: Go ahead, Mrs Sillyname. Make a wish.
Ratbag2: Okay then. I'll wish for a million bucks.
Ratbag1: Oooo, good one. It'll be along soon.
(They're puffing away on their cigars when they hear a distant odd
sound. They cock their heads and listen intently. The sound of many ducks quacking as they approach becomes evident. Suddenly, a massive throng of ducks lands on the golf course all around them. Through the deafening quacking...)
Ratbag2: Mrs Fundament! What are all these ducks! I asked for a
million bucks!
Ratbag1: The genie is hard of hearing! How else do you think I turned my husband into a ten inch bic!