Bulldog: All right. Who slipped me the rubber bone?
Bulldog: I don't care about that bone anymore. It's the principle of the thing.
Bulldog: (hits the bottom of the pool) Boy, what hard water.
Bulldog: (gets hit in the head with an iron) I'm just going to have to iron that wise guy out.
Bulldog: Guess I'll have to bone up on swiping bones.
Bulldog: Boy. What she sees in that homely mutt, I'll never know.