Rodney
[on telephone]
Hey, honey, feeling better?
Dr. John Dolittle
Who's this?
Rodney
I'll give you a hint: I'm cute, I'm furry, and I make five hundred babies a year!
Dr. John Dolittle
Rodney. Get back in your cage.
Rodney
What's up with that trap behind the fridge? You trying to kill me?
Dr. John Dolittle
Never mind that. Get your little furry ass back in your cage. Now. I don't want your droppings on... Bye-bye.
[to security guard]
Dr. John Dolittle
My son Rodney. Little hairy boy, sleeps in the cage. I have to keep him in the cage because he has hygiene problems.