Michael: So here's the situation, Pevita. I kind of kicked your dog into the sun. But I got her back. [dog whimpers and growls] Everything-- everything seems fine.
Pevita: Teacup, thank goodness you're okay.
Michael: Everyone, it is merely a construct of a dog. It feels no pain or joy or love.
Pevita: Teacup doesn't love me?
Michael: Oh! Oh, no, no, no, no, no, it definitely feels love. Do you actually want a dog that loves you a little bit more? Because I can kick her right back into the sun and get you another one just like that.
Pevita: No!
Michael: Oh, boy. I'm making things worse.