BUDDY: I think I saw them.
MORGAN: I see them too: An orange-ish dog and cat, right?
BUDDY: Let's be really still for a second so they think we don't want in.
MORGAN: I dunno; I should probably go whine somewhere or something.
BUDDY: We totally don't even care, guys! It's great out here! A little cold never hurt anybody!
MORGAN: Whoa, what was all that?
MORGAN: Wow.... I mean, I believed you. I actually thought you wanted to be out here.
BUDDY: Thanks. But stay in character, okay?
MORGAN: What? Ooh, I think I just saw something.
BUDDY: I think they want us to think we saw something.
BUDDY: I was only kidding, guys. It's cold. And I drink water out of a bowl. The hay I sleep on smells like a dog.
MORGAN: You're good at acting.
BUDDY: I'm not acting now -- I honestly wanna be in there.
MORGAN: Man, you are really good at acting.
BUDDY: Seriously, guys, it's not funny anymore. I'm beginning to think that my life won't really begin until I'm in there with you, where the treats live. It's all I think about, and it's not healthy. I'd eat some grass if there was any left. I coughed a while ago, you know. I think being out here gives me malaria.
MORGAN: You're using a very lot of words. Is this politics?
BUDDY: No. I don't even have a podium.
MORGAN: I'm starting to get a cramp everywhere.
BUDDY: Oh, go ahead and move then. They're not listening, anyway.
MORGAN: Will we remember this forever?
BUDDY: Remember what? Hey! -- my toy over there in the yard...