Newton: What are you looking at, Pierre?
Pierre: Shh, there’s a lizard!
Newton: Inside? Where?
Pierre: No, it’s on the window. Your hunting instincts are about as sharp as that fluffy tail of yours.
Newton: Oh, THAT. I could hardly see it because of all of the nose prints on the glass.
Pierre: That would be more lizard for me to chase, then.
Newton: I don’t think it works that way. If I go away, you still have the same number of lizards to chase: one.
Pierre: But then I’m not sharing that lizard with you. And it’s quieter that way, too.
Cupcake: Hi Mr. Newton. Mr. Pierre. What is quieter?
Pierre: Not this lizard hunt.
Cupcake: There’s a lizard? WERE?
Newton: Calm your tail, kid. I’m going to grab it.
Newton: Where did it go?
Cupcake: You can’t see better from up there?
Pierre: You scared it away, Newt.
Newton: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare it away.
Cupcake: It might come back.
Newton: Cupcake is right. Maybe if we wait it’ll come back.
Pierre: You wait. When the lizard comes back, call me.
Newton: What do you think, should I call him if I see the lizard again?