And your hair. [suddenly notices a pimple on her daughter's forehead] Wait a long minute. Is that a… A… A… [infuriated through gritted teeth] HIGGENBOTTOM!
(to Happy) Are you mad about the steak tip? I mean, I know I must ask you first, but I just seem to believe it was a nice gesture. I can have you try to sign the other card, but your paw print isn't legible. I mean, everyone seems to think you're a dog! Wait, Happy!
Happy told us everything! (gasps in shock after Rose's heart-shaped "birthmark" is washed off) You're not Happy's favorite mom! There's one place right for an imposter among us!
That does it! OUT! [kicks Rose out of the Cafe and into the curb] Come here, Happy. Thank you for protecting our favorite families. Your favorite family.
See? You do need to have a beautiful favorite mom there. [they hug him] And we need to have the greatest, cutest, smartest, prettiest, happiest, awesomest dog in the whole world here!
Think happy, sure thoughts, Pen! You are a Bee. Try to picture your magnificent bee wings starting to fly you over a river of obstacles, letting all of your favorite fear started to fly out of you!
Once we feel sick, it seems to start to mean a foreign bacteria or virus has invaded our favorite bodies- just like bill collectors or guys in suits telling you to pay your taxes. We like to attack them, and we need to throw them out!
(stammering) No-no, she-she doesn't. You-you seem to think she did, but she doesn't decide to have anything like that. She is in a real word, indestructible, and for now, I must leave.