- Budd - Dog Catcher: [Sadistically] Your dog is dead.
- [Stymie reacts with shock and anguish]
- Co-Worker at Dog Pound: It's OK, Sonny. Your dog isn't dead.
- Budd - Dog Catcher: What do you mean?
- Co-Worker at Dog Pound: I've been trying to tell you, there ain't no gas in those cylinders.
- [So saying, the co-worker opens the door to the chamber. Petey is in there, still alive. He comes out and chases the cruel dog-catcher away]
- Stymie: [praying to save his dog from the pound] Dear Lord, that Petey is the only friend I've got. I just gotta have five dollars somehow.
- [a five-dollar bill blows out of a woman's hand and, floating about a block down the street, lands a few feet in front of where Stymie is sitting]
- Stymie: Boy, that's what I call service!
- Diner attendant: What do you want to eat?
- Stymie: I wanna double order of ham and eggs, and I want a piece of pie, and I want a cup a... cup a coffee.
- Diner attendant: You must be hungry.
- Stymie: Boy, and how, I could eat a rubber boot!
- Diner attendant: Got any money?
- Stymie: Nope.
- Diner attendant: Well, then how do you expect to eat?
- Stymie: Well, we don't expect to, we just want to!
- Stymie: [on the verge of crying] Please don't take my dog, Mister.
- Budd - Dog Catcher: Well, where's his license?
- Stymie: He ain't got no license, he's just got fleas.
- Budd - Dog Catcher: So YOU'RE the one who let those dogs loose, huh?
- Stymie: Yes, sir, but I'm sorry.
- Budd - Dog Catcher: Just for that, if you don't have $5 at the dog pound in a half an hour, I'm gonna KILL that pooch.