Tommy:
[Arguing with his sister about the family's pet dog, Ming]
Mother says we can't take Ming back to England with us.
Sir Arthur Robertson's daughter:
I *won't* leave my dog!
Tommy:
He's *my* dog!
Sir Arthur Robertson's daughter:
[indignant]
Who feeds him?
Tommy:
Who taught him to sit up? He's *mine*!
Sir Arthur Robertson:
I'll tell you what: we'll cut him exactly in two, and you'll each get half.
Sir Arthur Robertson's daughter:
Oh, father, don't play King Solomon.
Sir Arthur Robertson:
[chuckles]
I tried...
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