Spot: “Oh yes, there will be poo.”

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Spot: “Leave the gun, take the milkbone.”

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Smudge: “How ’bout a little privacy, Mr. Anderson?”

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Spot: “So Smudge, my droog, you ready for a bit of the old ultra-violence?”

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Smudge: “I am fire? I am Death?…I’d say you am needing a tic-tac.”

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Smudge: “Ooo, ooo, wait, how about The Pupishers? No?, aw come on Spot.”

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Spot: “Reet, reet, reet.”

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Shameless plug for the books…

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Smudge: “I’m not scraping my nails…I thought that was you.”

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“Heeeere’s Smudge!”

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