Hal: Okay, we can fix this. Cats are territorial. I'd put money on it that Jellybean hasn't been outside a square block of this place. Ooh! [sniffs litter box] Yup, he's been back. These are fresh.
Dewey: But he never stays.
Hal: Well, then we'll just have to find a way to keep him here, won't we? Paid a little visit to my doctor.
Dewey: What are those?
Hal: These are sleeping pills, Dewey. I simply told him I've been up for the past few nights, things aren't going well with the wife, afraid I'm going to lose the house... But don't you worry, son. Those are just lies I told to get prescription drugs. Now, we're just going to grind a few of these up, sprinkle it on his food, and it's sweet dreams, Jellybean.
Dewey: Should we put them in the wet or the dry?
Hal: The wet, dry, milk, water we have to cover all our bases, son. We are going to get this cat!