(..) You can have one of your own so you won't adopt. Look, I'm sorry to interrupt this. But we gotta go. The baby, please. I'm returning to his heir. Oh, yeah. Nice try, bucktooth. You're calling me a lair? I didn't say that. You were thinking it. I don't like this cat. He reads mind. (..)

(..) Yeah, but I'm still trying to get rid of the last thing I saved. You can't leave him here. Look, there's smoke. That's his heir right up the hill . We should return him . Let's get something straight. There's no "we". There never was a "we". In fact, without me, there wouldn't even be a "you"! (..)