Isle of Dogs2018

Chief:
Rex! King! Duke! Boss! You made it!

Rex:
What happened to you?

Chief:
I took a bath.

Rex:
What, he's got soap?

Chief:
Just a little.

Rex:
You're too fluffy.

Chief:
We played fetch.

Rex:
With a stick?

Chief:
With a hunk of rubber radiator tubing.

Rex:
And you brought it back to him?

Chief:
Yeah. He's a good boy.

Rex:
Don't you tell me that! I'm the one that tried to make you be loyal to him, in the first place.

Chief:
Stop. Stop! This is the rendezvous. Where's that trash-tram taking you?

Rex:
You think we booked this ride through a travel agent? We were fighting for our lives in a high-velocity trash-processor while you were getting scrubbed and brushed.

Chief:
Jump.

Rex:
Where?

Chief:
Here!

Rex:
When?

Chief:
Now!

Rex:
Why?

Chief:
WHAT?!

Rex:
Let's take a vote. All in favor of jump... [the trash-tram stops]