Pardon My Pups1934

Mr. Rogers:
Well, I'm glad you've come to your senses.

Sonny Rogers:
Yeah, and now I'm gonna show you my dog!

Mr. Rogers:
Your dog?

Mary Lou Rogers:
And what a dog!

Mr. Rogers:
So, that's your dog, is it?

Sonny Rogers:
Sure, she's a hunting dog, Dad. That's the kind you like, isn't it?

Mr. Rogers:
Hunting dog? She's a mongrel. You'd better take her to the pound.

Sonny Rogers:
No, Dad, you can't do that.

Mr. Rogers:
I know more about dogs than you do.

Sonny Rogers:
But Dad, I think she's gonna have puppies.

Mr. Rogers:
Yes, and we'll have to drown them.

Mary Lou Rogers:
No, I want one. Hooray, I'm gonna have a puppy!

Mr. Rogers:
And what would Harry Vanderpool think of you, refusing a thoroughbreed dog for a frightful-looking thing like that. You'd better take her to the pound, Sonny.

Mrs. Rogers:
They'll put her down without any pain.

Sonny Rogers:
You haven't any feelings, you haven't any heart! You wanted me to have a dog, didn't you?