The Tick2001

Captain Liberty:
Personality? He's a dog. He sits, he rolls over, he plays dead. How much?

Randolph:
Well, I don't think I'm going to be able to help you, ma'am. Why don't you go rent a video tape or something instead of ruining some poor puppy's life with your single-woman-hormone clock-is-ticking impulse-buying nonsense.

Captain Liberty:
Just sell me the damned dog!

Randolph:
She's not for sale! Not to you. What you need is a singles chat room, ma'am, not some living creature.

[pauses]

Randolph:
Good day.