I'm terribly sorry.
We want our dog back!
Where's Beethoven?
All right, kids, let Daddy handle this.
Mr. Newton, what can I do for you?
We want our dog back!
Oh, I'm terribly sorry. It's too late. The dog's been destroyed.
NO!
DAD!
Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute. I was told this wouldn't happen until tomorrow.
I don't believe you!
Hey, hey, hey, hey! Take your hands off her. What are you...
I told you he was lying!
What the hell are you trying to pull?!
Wait! You can't come in here! This is private property!
Beethoven?!
He's not here!
No, he's here.
All right, hold it right there! You have no right to be in here! Out, all of you!
Where's my dog?
I don't have to answer your questions. You ordered that dog destroyed, and it was done. Now get out.
You hit me, I'll have you put in jail for assault and battery!
[George lets go of Varnick. Then suddenly he punches him in the face, knocking him backwards into an empty animal cage.]




