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Mike: Here we are at Sea World! Yeah, I could take that shark. He doesn't scare me!
Spike: Easy to say when he can't get to you!

Spike: Dr. Phil, you gotta help me! I'm being abused. Most days I'm locked up in a camera case or a dark cupboard. Then, when I do get out, I'm usually dropped, misplaced, or swooped up by seagulls. I'm telling you, the stress is killing me! Not to mention all the name-calling from Mike.

Mike: Spike, you pathetic idiot! You're talking to a big blob of wax!

Spike: See, Dr. Phil? See what I live with? How's that working for me? It's NOT, I'm telling you! You've just gotta help me!

(Mike gives himself a dope-slap)

Spike: Four cokes and Seven beers ago...

(Mike gives himself another dope-slap)

Mike: Well, Spike, here we are at the San Antonio airport at 5:00 am, drinking Diet Pepsi. It's going to be a long day!

Spike: yeah, but I think I'm ready to get back to the Pacific Northwest. It has been a good trip, hasn't it?

Mike: Yes, it has... we are going home with dirty laundry, tired kids, but lots of very good memories! See you on our next adventure!