Dick: Mary, we have to talk.
Mary: You have a dog.
Dick: Yes. Mary, I want everything to go back to the way it was before I killed your fish.
Mary: I'm afraid that's going to take some time.
Dick: I know what it means to lose something that you care about, and what I did was very, very wrong.
Mary: Why do you have a dog?
Dick: Well, I went to the pet store to buy you some new fish, and I saw this cute little guy.
Mary: Oh, Dick, I can't take care of a dog.
Dick: If you can love a fish, you can love a dog.
Mary: Well, he is kind of cute. Come here, boy.
[The dog tries to hump Mary's leg]
Dick: Oh, look at him. He loves you, Mary. He's so curious.