Their voice is - well, subdued isn't the right word. They sound happy? Probably? But the manic energy is just gone. The wine has done what death, destruction, grief, and direct orders from superiors in the workplace couldn't: taught Jean some volume control. To wit:

"She's doing a good job. She must be paid. In love. She is a good chicken, comrade Eddie - I never made it to the front door did I? Ha! Haha...sorry, came to drop by and then the chickens. The underpaid chickens..."

They're gonna get pecked again.