Ginger: There's too many cars!
Ceasar: Cars always stop for dogs. It's the law.
Beethoven: Where'd you hear a thing like that?
Ceasar: My uncle Rover.
Beethoven: The ambulance-chaser? I thought they scraped him off the freeway with a spatula.
Ceasar: Yeah, he taught me everything I know.
Ginger: What'd you do with the rest of the afternoon?