hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay gess wot tooday is??? tooday is my maybe probly twelfth birthday!!!
Vermin: “You say it’s your birthday! It’s my birthday too! So give me your cake!”
Dennis: “Do I have to?”
Spicoli: “I don’t think that’s how the song goes, dude.”
Spicoli: “Yo, dude, do you work here?”
Ambassador: “Yes, I do. That’s why I’m on this side of the counter. How can I help you today, ‘sir’?”
Spicoli: “We’re looking for our friend. He’s a red dog who accidentally got deported to Hungary.”
Ambassador: “I’m afraid I can’t give out any information about who may or may not be in the casino, ‘sir’.”
Mouse: “This is also an embassy, right? Can we speak to the ambassador about our friend?”
Ambassador: “You already are.”
James Bond: “Baccarat. Yes, I can tell you about baccarat. But first you must tell me something.”
Dennis: “Ummm okay, let’s see. Well, I licked all the bacon in the buffet.”
James Bond: “That’s not the sort of information I meant. But thank you for telling me.”
Producer Smurf: “Oh for the love of smurf! This is smurfing ridiculous! If we have to smurf at every smurfing cumulus cloud so the Hipsters can smurf a nap, we’re never going to smurf where we’re smurfing!”
Spicoli: “Dude, chill. You get incoherent when you’re all smurfed up and then nobody can smurf what you’re smurfing to smurf.”
Producer Smurf: “Stop smurfing ‘smurf’! Dogs don’t get to smurf ‘smurf’! Only smurfs get to smurf ‘smurf’!”
Spicoli: “Sorry, what? I didn’t smurf that. Could you smurf it again, a little smurfier this time, and try to smurf your smurfs more smurfily?”
Mouse: “Enough! The next person who uses ‘smurf’ as a general purpose word is getting kicked out of this basket and can find his own way home!”
Charlee: “Look, Chaplin! I can see our house from here!”
Producer Smurf: “Of course you can smurf your house from here. We’ve only smurfed like a hundred feet.”
Mouse: “As you all know, Dennis got himself ‘repatriated’ to Hungary. The purpose of this meeting is to form a rescue party to bring him back.”
Vermin: “HISSS! I don’t see why we have to bother! Once he starts shredding all their furniture, they’ll ship him back here on their own dime!”
Sky Turtle: “What are we doing at the San Diego harbor?”
Spicoli: “We’re trying to find Dennis.”
Sky Turtle: “But the drunken, mascara-wearing biped said Dennis would be aboard his old pirate ship. They don’t have pirate ships here.”
Spicoli: “Dude, check out all the boats with big sails. Don’t those look like pirate ships to you?”
