Charlie: Is there a Mr. Sasha?
Sasha: No. And I'm not taking applications.
Charlie: Hi, I'm Charlie. And, you are?
Sasha: Not remotely interested.
Sasha: He's only 8 years old.
Charlie: That's 56 in dog years.
Itchy: I'm so hungry, I could eat a shoe.
Sasha: Fine! Don't listen to me. Listen to your guardian angel.
Charlie: David, Cannery Square sounds like a great plan to me.