Stella: You mean you don't mind the smell?
Tiger: This face was bred for Beauty. I cannot smell a thing.
RJ: Now if a human does happen to see you, just lay down, roll over and give your privates a good licking. They love it.
Gladys: I'm sorry Janis, did I just hear them say rabid squirrel?
Janis: Oh, I think they're proabably just over reacting.
Gladys: But what if they're not? What if we a potential pandemic on our hands, vermin running loose, spreading disease and lowering our property values?
Janis: Yeah, I have a casserole in the oven, gotta run.
Gladys: Fine, you worry about your casserole, and I'll worry about the end of suburban peace and tranquility.