- [Pepper and D.D. hear a mechanical sound approaching]
- Pepper: Don't even ask me. I didn't hear it.
- D.D.: Neither did I.
- [the mechanical sound is repeated]
- Pepper: See? What I did I tell ya? I didn't hear it again.
- D.D.: Me too. That's twice we didn't hear it.
- [a tall robot suddenly approaches Pepper and D.D]
- Pepper: Uh, hi, there.
- D.D.: N-N-N-Nice robot. Uh, uh, robot want a cracker?
- Pepper: He's not a parrot, you ding-dong. He doesn't eat crackers.
- D.D.: What do you want me to offer him? A tin can?
- D.D.: Hey, Lar, did we just have a time.
- Pepper: With a robot.
- Mr. Foster: Oh, you met Ralph.
- Pepper: Uh, well, we weren't formally introduced.
- D.D.: And I hope we never are.
- Larry: What's this about a robot?
- Mr. Foster: Ah, he's just a toy. I built him a few days ago.
- D.D.: Some toy.
- Pepper: He sounds like Dotty.
- Dotty: Hi!
- Larry: Dotty!
- Pepper: This time you really did it.
- Dotty: You don't understand.
- D.D.: Here it comes.
- Dotty: I was afraid Woofer and Wimper were gonna be sick, so I brought them down on my bike.
- Pepper: Sick?
- Larry: They look healthy to me.
- Dotty: I think they have laryngitis.
- [Woofer and Wimper nods]
- D.D.: Personally, I think she's sensational.
- Larry: Now wait a minute...
- Dotty: Go ahead. Bark, fellas.
- [Woofer and Wimper bark poorly]
- Dotty: See?
- Larry: Uh-huh. Laryngitis. Would you guys like a couple of dog biscuits?
- [Woofer and Wimper bark loudly and excitedly]
- Larry: [sarcastically] That's an amazing recovery.
- Dotty: I think it's a miracle.