Pierre: Even up here in the mancat penthouse, I can’t seem to escape the attention of the pawparrazzi.
Hey! What does it take to get a little privacy around here?
Ashton: Hey Newton! It’s getting dark out… time to party! Want to play?
Newton: I don’t know. I have some cat business to take care of.
Ashton: You mean you heard some thunder earlier.
Newton: Shhh, don’t let my fan club hear you say that. I don’t want to lose their respect.
Ashton: You have an awfully high opinion of their respect for you in the first place. You’re such a chicken.
Newton: You have chicken? Well, why didn’t you say so in the first place?
Newton: I don’t see any chicken out here. Don’t tell me you ate it already.
Ashton: If I had chicken, I would have eaten it. Instead, I just have you. Come on, last one to the red dot has to wait in line at the litterbox!