Mr. Sheridan: I want to see Buster.
Rebecca: No, Mr. Sheridan!
Mr. Sheridan: Yes, Miss Howe. Come on, Buster, let's wrestle!
Rebecca: Woody, we can't let him do this.
Woody: Well, don't worry, Miss Howe. He won't attack unless he hears the command word, "Cochise."
Rebecca: Cochise? Well, he's never gonna say that.
Woody: Or unless he provokes him. [vicious growling]
Mr. Sheridan: [o.s.] Take that, big boy. I got your tail now, I got your tail!
Woody: Hey, it worked. He thinks that's his dog.
Rebecca: Yeah, right. If he lives, we fooled him.

Mr. Sheridan: Well, there was only Buster in there.
Rebecca: Good! Well, I'll be going. Bye-bye!
Sam: Good night.
Mr. Sheridan: Miss Howe! Who's that man?
Sam: Uh, I'm her boyfriend.
Rebecca: That's right. He's my boyfriend.
Woody: Miss Howe, we have to talk.

Cliff: Look at him. You're not so tough when you're not running around loose, are ya? [chuckles] [blabbering]
Norm: I wouldn't do that if I were you, Cliff. If you look very closely, you'll see he has several tiny little mailbags notched on his leash.
Cliff: Yeah. Yeah, oh, yeah, I'm real scared, Norm. [chuckles] Look at me shake. [blabbering]

Rebecca: Woody, I thought you were gonna return the hound from hell.
Woody: Oh, the guy's coming for him tomorrow. Unless, of course, you'd like to reconsider and keep him as our mascot.
Rebecca: That's exactly what this bar needs: a loaded weapon that goes off when you say the word, C-O-C-H-l-S-E.
Woody: Great! Spelled it right.

Frasier: Oh, there's a sturdy fellow. Hello, boy. What's this? "Don't say 'Cochise' to this dog." [everyone but Frasier ducks]
Rebecca: Woody, he didn't attack.
Woody: No, he didn't. Maybe he didn't hear the attack word.
Sam: Frasier?
Sam: Cochise! [everyone ducks]
Rebecca: Cochise. Cochise, Cochise. This is Buster! I thought you were gonna make the switch!
Sam: Well, I did, but they were tearing at each other, and it got confusing. I was trying to separate them and protect my goodies at the same time.

Mr. Sheridan: Boy, Buster's frisky. [chuckles] I was playing "get my thumb," and he was practically bouncing off the ceiling.
Rebecca: Well, I bet he was just so glad to have you back.
Mr. Sheridan: Yeah. Well, I'm gonna feed him now, Miss Howe.
Rebecca: No, I already fed him. We ordered out. Chinese. [dogs growling, barking]
Mr. Sheridan: That sounds like two dogs in there.
Rebecca: Mr. Sheridan, there's something that I've been wanting to ask you. Is this a bowling trophy?
Mr. Sheridan: No, it's my late wife's ashes.
Rebecca: She was a good-sized woman.