Chief: Don't ask me to fetch that stick.
Chief: We'll find him. Where ever he is, if he's alive, we'll find your dog.
King: I suppose if it worked, we'd be dead already.
Spots: I've become the leader of a group of outcasts that depend on me for their survival, and I'm going to be a father. With deepest sadness and humility, I must ask you to relieve me of the duties of my position, effective immediately.
Chief: You son of a bitch! If we don't drown, I'm gonna strangle you myself. I don't care how many exploding teeth you try to spit out at me. Do you have any idea what that little pilot just went through to try to rescue you? How dare you?
Oracle: It may snow tonight.
Boss: Really? Thank you very much, wow.
Oracle: To whom it may concern.
Boss: She sees the future.
King: Ha! No. She understands TV.
Duke: I wish somebody spoke his language.
Answer: Spots, being "dead" can now live with his mate and raise his puppies while Chief takes care of Atari.
Erik M.