Wendy: "Oh, Mrs. Stotch, please, just try to calm down, and tell us what happened."
Linda: "Well, you know my dog."
Wendy: "Yes? the 1 you renamed Mr. Gritty?"
Linda: "Yeah, well this time he's really gone and done it."
Linda: "I took the turkey outta the oven, and he's lookin' at it like a pointer, and I thought: 'That's kinda cute', when all of a sudden, he lunged, attacked, ran out the back door with it and tore it to shreds, and now, I don't have a turkey."
Bebe: "Mr. Gritty is a bad dog."
Linda: "From now on, his new name is Mr. Get The Heck Outta Here."
Linda: "Oh, what am I gonna do? my niece and her husband are coming for dinner."
Wendy: "Oh, you know something?"
Linda: "What?"
Wendy: "There's a place in down town South Park that has pre cooked turkeys, and I'm sure they're open for at least another half an hour."
Linda: "Oh, I can't make it to down town South Park."
Jerome: "Well you could if I took you there."
Linda: "You'd do that for me?"
Jerome: "Sure."
Linda: "Oh, come on, let's go, time's a wastin'!"