My mom used to call me a parrot, because the way I spoke would change in every country we'd go to.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I'm a parrot. I can pick up an accent and just do it.
I can recognize the calls of practically every bird in North America. There are some in Africa I don't know, though.
The parrot's so funny. He imitates me and I don't even realize he's doing it. I'm walking around the house talking to myself and whistling and the next day he's said something I've said... it's scary you know?
My mama told me it's not what they call you - it's what you answer to.
People used to call me names, so my mom had this beautiful African lady come talk to me.
From one till seven, when we moved to England, I spoke only Portuguese. But I can't speak a word of it now.
I had a date with a girl I called 'the parrot.' All she did was repeat everything I said. She never had an original thought of her own. Everything I liked, she liked. Everything I hated, she hated. It was annoying!
I've learned to say, 'I'm a friend of Big Bird. He even taught me how to sound like him.'
When I see a bird that walks like a duck and swims like a duck and quacks like a duck, I call that bird a duck.
My father used to call me 'bird bones' and, well, the name fits.