Weinerdog: What’s that you have there? Beetus ice cream?
BIOU: Yes. I have a sore throat.
Weinerdog: I don’t have any ice cream.
BIOU: Of course you don’t. You are a dog. Dogs don’t eat ice cream.
Weinerdog: That’s true. We eat whatever the master deems fit to give us.
BIOU: As it should be.
Weinerdog: What’s that, fatty?
BIOU: Huh?
Weinerdog: Nothing. You’re just very fat. It was distracting me from what you were saying, because the fat folds of your big fat mouth produce such a confusing, flapping noise when you talk.
BIOU: What are you trying to say?
Weinerdog: OINK OINK OINK.
BIOU: I don’t care for your tone.
Weinerdog: What? You don’t care to be toned?
BIOU: I said I don’t like your attitude.
Weinerdog: You suffer from fattitude?
BIOU: I do not appreciate your implication.
Weinerdog: Your ass is as big as a billboard? What’s that you say? SPEAK CLEARLY, IF IT DOESN’T TAX YOU, HUMAN HOG WOMAN.
BIOU: Here, eat my ice cream.
Weinerdog: Thank you, mommy, beautiful perfect mommy!
