Hollywood: Be all you can be son. But please, be it somewhere else.
Little Dog: Hey, what's my name?
Big Dog: Whiny pants?
Little Dog: That's not my name!
Big Dog: Booger?
Little Dog: No!
Big Dog: Stinky?
Little Dog: No! No! No!
Big Dog: I don't know..
Little Dog: Hmm.. (Writes down on the paper his name as Ida Know).
Mail Man: Get off me you big lug! Jeez.. I can handle the rain, snow, sleep, dread of night and these stupid knee socks! Fine! But nobody said anything about a big stupid drooly dog!
Big Dog: I don't drool.
Little Dog: Man, we've been waiting in this like since like.. forever. How long is this going to take? We don't have all day you know! Well, actually we do have all day. But I hate standing in lines! Lines, lines, lines! Grrrrr! I HATE WAITING in lines!
Little Dog: Yay! We got our hot dog stamps!
Big Dog: We need french fries.
Little Dog: Oh yeah. That means we need to go to France. But how do we get to France?
Cubby: Air mail!
The little dog claims that his name is "Ida No".