Dennis: “Look, Spicoli! A poetic license! It was on the floor under the card catalog!”
Spicoli: “Wow, dude, you actually found one?”
Dennis: “Of course! I am a retrieving dog, you know.”
Mouse: “Can we go now? I have the feeling I’m being watched. And not just by Charlee.”
Charlee: “Mouse mouse.”
Vermin: “HISSS! Hey nasty dogs! The library is closing!”
Dennis: “Hello! I was told that I might find poetic license here at the library.”
Spicoli: “Dude! They’re giving out cookies to the kids in the children’s section!”
Charlee: “Look, Chaplin. Fish.”
Chaplin: “I see them, Charlee.”
Spicoli: “Dude, why are you still carrying that fake spider around? I thought you were afraid of it.”
Dennis: “Well I was, but then I realized that I haven’t been attacked by any heffalumps while I’ve had it, so I think it’s keeping the heffalumps away.”
Spicoli: “That’s funny, I don’t remember you having a problem with being attacked by heffalumps before Vermin dropped the spider on your head.”
Dennis: “Well I wasn’t. But I could have.”
