cimorene

cim: a puppy!
wax: see, that is a sound you do not want the car to make.
cim: awwww!
wax: i don't know if it is you, actually; there's something wrong with the fuel or something.
cim: his little feet!
wax: because it actually always makes that sound when it starts... so we can't lay it all at the door of your inexperience.
cim: he had little LEGS!
wax: because the tricky thing is: these cars, they produce a variety of noises.
cim: he had little legs!
wax: he's a dachsund. they do that, don't they
cim: HE HAD LITTLE LEGS!
wax: and you didn't listen to a word i just said, did you?
cim: a PUPPY! his little LEGS!
wax: uhuh.
cim: i want my puppy.
[a corner is turned, the parking lot is arrived at, and a golden retriever is spotted in it.]
wax: home, sweet home.
cim: aw, a puppy.