The League of Gentlemen1999

Doctor Matthew Chinnery:
[to a dog] Hello old girl. Oh, you really are on your last legs aren't you? Had a good innings, eh? Chased a few cats, chewed a few bones. Well, you won't be in pain for much longer. Oh, don't mind this. Just a silly little needle.

[the dog whimpers as he injects it, but he pets, and soothes it]

Dr. Matthew Chinnery:
Off to the land of nod. Good dog.

[Farmer Tinsel then enters carrying another dog]

Farmer Tinsel:
Ugh, the galstone's made him put on weight Mr. Chinnery.

Dr. Matthew Chinnery:
What have you got there?

Farmer Tinsel:
Here's Blacko. The poorly one. The one I want putting down.

Dr. Chinnery:
And this one, the... sleeping one.

Farmer Tinsel:
Whiskey. My litle angel she is. Aren't you pet? Whiskey? Whiskey?

Dr. Matthew Chinnery:
I wonder if you can take a seat Mr. Tinsel, I have some rather upsetting news.