Newton: WHOA! What’s that? Mr. Bones, what are you trying to do, scare me?
Newton: You have a treat? Well, all right, maybe you aren’t quite so scary after all.
Newton: For me? That’s very thoughtful of you.
Newton: Look what you did. You’re such a fumblebones. I can hold a treat better than that with my paws and I don’t even have a thumb!
Newton: Wait a minute! Who said you had permission for touching my luxurious fur? Not with those bony fingers. No way.
Newton: Hmmmm, you don’t taste so good. You need a little meat on your bones.
Newton: After all that, can we still be friends? Give me a high five!