Holly, Bright Eyes and others in “Whopper Cries Uncle”

But no food and no money, I’ll have to close down the pound.

Don’t worry, everybody. We’ll get by without money or food. We can live on love!

(chuckles) How’s that sound to you, Cooler honey?

I’d rather have some loose change in a baloney sandwich, thank you very much.

Bye, Holly! We’re going to the dog hater’s convention! Yah!

And we won’t be back until late tonight.

So try to hose yourself up before we get back.

Aren’t we the mean ones though!

(scoffs) If abate’s so terribly ladylike, I’d give Katrina’s ankle bone a severe nibbing.

Sounds like a hologram.

It’s for Whopper. Dear Nephew, stop. I’m stopping by puppy pound today for brief. Stop, stop. Your Uncle J.R. Whopper. Stop. Stop, stop.