Alice, please? Your dog, Alice - it and my appetite are mutually exclusive.
Well, what's wrong with the dog?
Simple: he's been licking his asshole for the last three straight hours. I submit to you that there is nothing there worth more than an hour's attention and I should think that whatever he is attempting to dislodge, is either gone for good... or there to stay.
Goddamn it. You're early. So Perkins wants me dead, huh? What's the rush? Why don't you just go away and come back at midnight? Shoo.
This ain't no ham on rye pal.
What the hell are you doing?
Saving your life. I would have been here sooner, but I was thinkin' up that 'ham on rye' line.
How did you find us?
There may be many reasons not to kill you, but among them is not that you'll be missed by NASA. I found the address in your coat. Here. Between the address of a topless bar, and the picture of what looks like a man's penis.
That's a duck, not a dick.