Coach: I think I found the answer to all the robberies in this neighbourhood.
Sam: Coach, don't worry about it. I'm gonna get an alarm.
Coach: No, no. This is much better. This friend of mine has this huge, gigantic attack dog. Boy, he's gotten so mean lately that he can't handle him. That would be perfect protection from burglars.
Sam: Coach, maybe so, but what are we gonna do with one? I mean, where are we gonna keep a dog, huh?
[When Sam opens his office door, there's a deep growling sound]
Coach: I figured the office.
Sam: Hey! [closes door]
Coach: It's vicious!
Sam: Coach, get that dog the hell out of here.
Coach: How?
Sam: I don't know how. How did you get him in here in the first place?
Carla: He was in a cage when they brought him in, but I think he ate it.
Sam: This is ridiculous. How am I going to use my office?
Cliff: Uh, excuse me, Sammy.
Sam: What?
Cliff: In my profession, I've grown accustomed to dealing with bellicose canine personalities. Allow me.
Carla: What are you gonna do, mace him?
Cliff: No, no, Carla. That's much too cruel. I find that dealing with animals, it's much better to be kind yet firm. [opens door] Sit!
Sam: He is sitting, Cliff.
Cliff: [closes door] Nuke the beast, Sam.