Sally: "Oh, Breezie, please, just try to calm down, and tell us what happened."
Breezie: "Well, you know my dog........."
Sally: "Yes? the 1 you renamed Mr. Grimy?"
Breezie: "Yeah, well this time he's really gone and done it."
Breezie: "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."
Amy: "Mr. Grimy is a bad dog......"
Breezie: "From now on, his new name is Mr. Get The Heck Outta There."
Breezie: "Oh, what am I gonna do? my daughter and her husband are coming for dinner."
Sally: "You know something?"
Sally: "There's a place in Station Square that has pre cooked turkeys, and I'm sure they're open for at least another half an hour."
Breezie: "Oh, I can't make it to Station Square."
Rotor: "Well you could if I took you there."
Breezie: "You'd do that for me?"
Breezie: "Oh, come on, let's go, time's a wastin'."