Elliot: Keith.
Keith: What, Elliot?
Elliot: How can I say this? Llook, I once had a dog named Precious, he was a great Dane, and I loved him so much. I mean, even after he disemboweled old lady Morgan's cat. Seriously, he like slit her right down the middle, and threw her up in the air, and then the guts just flew out of her like shiny red fireworks. Precious was such a sweet dog and then one day, out of the blue, he bit me. And I knew that my dad would have him put down, so I said that I was bitten by Mrs. Morgan's bulldog which, ironically enough, she had gotten to replace the murdered cat. Anyway, they came and took the bulldog away and I never said a word. To this day, I wish I'd spoken up before it was too late. Do you know what I'm saying?
Keith: Not even a little.
Elliot: I love you, Keith. I really do. Gotta go, see ya.
Keith: Elliot, come here.