Pierre: You have tuna breath, Newton.
Newton: Well you have a little cat litter right here.
Pierre: What are you DOING?
Newton: Let me just get that for you….
Newton: Yeah, but I was just getting the litter from your head.
Pierre: If you do that again, you’ll be wishing you had cat litter on your head.
Pierre: I can handle the ladycats just fine. You keep walking, orange boy.
Newton: I’m going, I’m going…