Dewey: Hi, I'm Dewey. [sniffs] You smell terrible. I like you. Maybe you could come home with me.
Lois: [imaginary] Dewey, you're not allowed to have a dog, remember? We want you to be miserable.
Hal: [imaginary] That's right, son. It's our job to make sure we're as unfair as possible to you.
Dog: [imaginary] [male British voice] Don't listen to them, Dewey. I've studied the matter thoroughly and I'm convinced you can get away with it. All you have to do is hide me. Hm!
Dewey: I'll call you Marshmallow.