- And I'm about to go fishing with my favorite grandson!
- I'm your only grandson.
Grandpa Phil
- Uh-huh...
Arnold
- Grandpa, you can't jettison Aunt Mitzi out the second-floor window!
- Phil
- (to Arnold) Mitzi and I never got along! We never agreed about anything!
- Arnold
- (pulling out an old picture of Phil and Mitzi playing with their Scottish Terrier Pooter when they were children) Oh, yeah? What about Pooter?
- Phil
- Aw, look, it's Pooter.
- Arnold
- And Mitzi.
- Phil
- Nah must be some neighborhood kid
- Arnold
- No, that's Mitzi. Look at you two. Look at how happy you were together. You looked like you got along great.
- Phil
- Our old mutt Pooter. What a wonderful dog smart as a whip. We took him everywhere.
- Mitzi
- (popped up behind Phil) Throwing sticks in the park till it was too dark to see anymore
- Phil
- And giving him baths in the backyard
- Mitzi
- And taking him to the seashore
- Phil
- Remember how he used to gas up the care and Dad would say...
- Phil and Mitzi
- (in unison) "Jumping Jehosehphat! Who let one?!" yeah
- Arnold
- Whatever happened to him?
- Mitzi
- (glances at Phil) Well, we kept him in the backyard then one day he got out and we went looking for him.
- Phil
- We went all over the neighborhood calling his name.
- Mitzi
- By the time we found him, he had been hit by a milk truck...
- Phil
- We took him to the vet but...there was nothing they could do for him...
- Mitzi
- It's your fault, Phil! You were supposed to fix that gap in the fence!
- Phil
- I *did* fix the fence! *You* were supposed to fill in that hole he dug!