[It's hard to forget some rap song you hear blasting too loudly while someone is shaking and dancing to it in progressively less clothing.]

In your own way, yeah. You are. I don't think he'll soon forget you. Chances are you'll put on eighty more pounds and gain two more feet the more he tells the story.

[Mister Dog has now taken to leading. He is going away from the noisy, mean place. Their pad must be now burned into his memory. Smart dog.]

I don't reckon that he knows anyone worth calling in that favor. We better pray just in case he ain't getting a black eye.