Red: Kitty, I know these past few weeks have been hard on you. Hard on all of us, really. But especially hard on you. I mean, since you found out you were...
Kitty: Just say it, Red. Barren.
Red: Well, there's no need for both of us to say it. So I got something to cheer my girl up.
Kitty: Oh, good, 'cause I finished off the last bottle this morning.
Red: No, no. I got you a puppy. He needs someone to take care of him. His mother got run over by a car.
Kitty: Did you run over a dog, Red?
Red: No! I just hate to see you sad, and I thought- Oh, forget it. I'll take him back and go to the liquor store.
Kitty: Well, now wait. Wait. He's kind of cute. Can I hold him? Oh-ho-ho! What a little lover boy! Ooh!
Red: See? He likes you. [dog barks at Red] Ah, how about that? He's got menopause too.