Stacy Jones: Oh, Ginny, please, just try to calm down and tell us what happened.
Ginny: Well, you know my dog.
Stacy Jones: Yes? the one you renamed Mr. Filthy?
Ginny: Yeah well this time, he's really gone and done it.
Ginny: Five. I took the turkey outta the oven and he's lookin' at it like a pointer, and I thought: That's kinda cute, when all of a sudden, he lunged, attacked, ran out the back door with it and tore it to shreds.
Stacy Jones: Oh!
Ginny: And now, I don't have a turkey.
Kara Cupper: Mr. Filthy is a bad dog.
Ginny: From now on, his new name is Mr. Get Outta There.
Ginny: Oh what am I gonna do? my nephew and his wife are coming for dinner.
Stacy Jones: You know something?
Ginny: What?
Stacy Jones: There's a place in Dillylick that has precooked turkeys and I'm sure they're open for at least half an hour.
Stacy Jones: Oh, I can't make it to Dillylick.
Billy Twofeathers: Well you could if I took you there.
Ginny: You'd do that for me?
Billy Twofeathers: Sure.
Ginny: Oh come on, let's go, time's a wastin'.