Rose: Oh, Mr. Hubbard, I didn't expect-
Mr. Hubbard: Grace took a turn for the worse, and, well, she's out of pain now.
Rose: Oh, I'm so sorry.
Mr. Hubbard: We're gonna miss her. Aren't we, Jake? We're gonna miss her, aren't we, boy?
Rose: Mr. Hubbard. I know it's a lot to ask at a time like this, but I've been finding it a bit much, you know, worrying about water bowls and morning walks and all. I wonder, would there be any chance you'd consider Jake's coming to live with you?
Mr. Hubbard: Well, if he's too much trouble. Are you sure?
Rose: Oh, I'm sure. I mean, you'd be doing me a favor. Thank you, Mr. Hubbard.
Mr. Hubbard: Rose, thank you.
Rose: [to Jake, the dog] Listen, you be a good boy. Don't chase. Always remember, cats are people, too. I'm gonna miss you, Jake.