Robert: Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. Wait a minute. He may not be dead.
Frank: What, are you kidding? You could crack a walnut with that thing.
Robert: No, I'm serious. He may be cryogenically preserved in a state of suspended animation.
Ray: He's dead, all right? I have to buy another one now.
Robert: Okay, look, not necessarily, Ray. We may be able to resuscitate him.
Frank: Hey, let's toss him in the microwave.
Robert: All right, that's it. I'm taking over this operation. Ma, get me some towels. Dad, I need some ice. Raymond, a cooler. We're evacuating Pumpernickel to the vet. Let's go. Move, move, move, move, move.
Ray: Robert, the vet is not gonna revive a hamster, okay? These are disposable pets.
What about your daughter's feelings, huh, Ray? Are those disposable?
Ray: All right.
Robert: No, it's not all right! I happen to care about a little girl whose heart is gonna break if she finds out that her daddy didn't do everything he could to save the life of her precious hamster. Now damn it, Raymond, get me that cooler.