Dorothy: Ma, gimme a break. The Di-Gel's on the bottom shelf. [realizing it's the dog] You. Come on. That does it.
Come on, out. Come on. Out. Move it. Out. Right now. Come on, now, this isn't fair. Come on. Now, I'm not falling for those big sad eyes and floppy ears and wet nose. The last time I did, it ended in divorce. And Stan couldn't even catch a Frisbee in his teeth. Oh, listen. Honey, it's not a personal thing. Now, I don't hate you. As a matter of fact, I once had a dog. A schnauzer name Wa-Wa. Yeah, well, I know that sounds strange, but you see my daughter was only two when she named him during a walk. And I figured between that and Number One, Wa-Wa was the hands-down winner. Aw, he was the greatest dog in the world. Present company excluded. Oh, I loved that dog. He was always with me. I thought I'd never be able to get along without him. And one day he died. I cried for a week. And I decided then I would never ever go through that again. So, you see, it's not- Oh, my God. I just spilled my guts to someone who drinks out of a toilet. Listen, I'm sorry, you are out of here. One Wa-Wa in my life was enough.