(arrogantly)

I can't go on like this anymore, Wendell. I've got to get a dog.

Well I think that is a lovely idea! I know you've been sad and lonely since the divorce, and I've tried to be a friend...

Not for me, you imbecile! For the act! If I could get my hands on a really talented dog, wouldn't Walter J. just choke on his Emmy?

(sees something)

Like Odie?

Yeah, yeah. Now he was good. He was kind of dopey-looking and spry and--

(sees the LOST poster)

Lost? (sees Odie on the poster)

Huh? (Chapman comes over to the window to see the lost poster; His eyes widen upon recognizing the dog)