Sandra:
We're not scared of those dogs, Sheriff. I'll take care of us. I foam at the mouth too, you know. If I bite them, they'll get rabies! So we don't need guns for those dogs.
Sheriff Morrison:
Now you got me feelin' sorry for the dogs.
[the van pulls away; the Sheriff turns to his deputy]
Sheriff Morrison:
I wish she'd bite me instead. First, I'd make her roll over, and soon I'd have her sittin' up and beggin'.
Deputy:
Hope Vince Roberts doesn't get her to play dead.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:12