The Iron Giant1999

Dean McCoppin:
(sees the Giant eating some metal junk and shakes with fear as he is about to take a sip of his coffee) So... where'd he come from?

Hogarth Hughes:
He doesn't remember. He's like a... little kid.

Dean McCoppin:
Little... yeah... (starts chuckling, then stops) Wait a minute. You can talk to him?

Hogarth Hughes:
Kinda. He can't say a lot of words yet, but he understand things pretty good.

Dean McCoppin:
Oh yeah, I see.

(Hogarth and Dean start chuckling as the Giant is still eating some metal junk, then they stop)

Hogarth Hughes:
He needs food and shelter. (Dean gets up from his chair, pours his coffee onto the ground, and walks back into his "office", slamming the door. 37 minutes later, Hogarth is still pleading to Dean to let the Giant stay in the junkyard, but to no avail.) You got plenty of room here. This place is perfect!

Dean McCoppin:
Go away.

Hogarth Hughes:
I can have him push the door down. You know I can!

Dean McCoppin:
(finally tired of Hogarth's pleading; opens the door) Hogarth! I can't hide it here!

Hogarth Hughes:
Him, not it.

Dean McCoppin:
Whatever. You don't even know where he came from or what the hell he is!

Hogarth Hughes:
He's my friend.

Dean McCoppin:
Yeah, yeah. What am I? Am I your friend? (starts walking back in to his office) Bring some frankenbot with out-of-state plates over here and make me change my tune. I don't like that jazz. (lays down on his couch) God, I'm tired.

Hogarth Hughes:
So... he can stay?

Dean McCoppin:
Tonight. Tomorrow... well, I don't know about tomorrow.

(Hogarth closes the door and breathes a sigh of relief)