I am so not explaining this one. Just go watch the movie. Or a clip, I guess.

Transcript:

Mr Bugg is holding an oil can (oil used to come in quart tin cans; kids, ask your parents); it has a hole in it and is pouring oil. He looks most sad about this. Aross the road, Mrs Bugg is lying on a hill, a sniper rifle to her eye, taking aim for another shot.

The text reads: “Febuggary 21, 1878: The first Bugg telephone book is published … Buggs can now look up strangers to shoot at.

She hates these cans.”