Small Dog: You're right. And when you're right, you're right. Right? Big Dog: Right.
Big Dog: You don't look so good, how about some soup? (It starts raining, Small Dog tries, but can't taste the rain, his mouth is covered)
(Big Dog stops spitting) Small Dog: What's the matter? Big Dog: I'm dry! Small Dog: You can't be dry! You get so much spit, it's coming out of your head! (Big Dog can't stop sweating)
Little Dog: The bucket! The bucket! Spit... in... the... BUCKET!
Butcher: Why you no eat meat? Little Dog: It'll spoil my dinner. I'm having soup!
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