Dr. Greer: I had to make a trash run. Been a busy day. Lots of neuterings.
Lily: Ooh, we don't need the details.
Dr. Greer: Oh, n-n-no, it's not what you think.
Lily: Oh, thank god.
Dr. Greer: Yeah, yeah, yeah, mostly just dog testicles.
[flashback to Dr. Greer searching the Dumpster:]
Dr. Greer: Anyway, I noticed your painting just sitting right there on top and I thought, "Hey,free painting," so I brought it upstairs and hung it up in Exam Room 3. And then the strangest thing happened...
[in the vet's waiting room:]
Dr. Greer: Hey, Muffin. Whoa, I think he remembers me from the last time he was here. Take Muffin to Exam Room 3. I'll meet you there. I went in, expecting the worst. I'd never seen Muffin that calm, and then a little later the same thing happened again with Tidbit... and King Larry... and again with the Weinstein triplets.
[present:]
Dr Greer: Something about your art speaks to the canine sensibility on a very primal level.
Lily: Really? Dogs like my paintings?
Dr Greer: Yeah. But you know who it bums out? Birds. Yeah. Had a parrot in there today. He took one look at it, pried open his cage, flew right into the ceiling fan.