Jay: I can't wait to get to the park. Hey, there's our mailman. Hey! Hey!
Gloria: Settle down, Jay.
Jay: Boy, I'm itchy today. Hey, I hope that dog Bingo's at the park. He's fun to play with. What are you doing? You just missed our turn.
Gloria: I'm just going another way.
Jay: There is no other way. You're not taking us to the park. We're going to the vet.
Gloria: The doctor said that she needs this surgery. She's gonna be fine.
Jay: I feel sick. I need some air. [sticks head out the window]