Luke: Come on! Hey! Wake up! I got a dog out here!
Man: Can I help you?
Luke: The dog ate chocolate. I don't know a lot about dogs, but I do know they shouldn't eat chocolate. I went to the animal hospital, and they were closed. Then I called Babette and she told me where you lived. And you got to do something. Because this is not my dog. This is my fiancee's dog. She loves him. She named him "Paul Anka," which may on the surface not seem like a sign of love, but if you knew her, you'd get it. Believe me, there's a lot of ways I could screw up the relationship, but I cannot lose her over the fact I killed her dog.
Man: I'll get the ipecac. Come on in.