Dog: I'm freaking out, sir. I GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE! I gotta surrender the bone.
Cat: (grabs Dog's arms) I can't let you do that, son.
Dog: Face it, Cat. We've been here for months. We're out of food! Winslow's not coming back! We lost! We lost, lost, lost.
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