" I don't know what you mean? I am waiting here for fudz "
"Ms. Stella, there is food there, in plain site in 5 dishes "
"no habla blah blah blah human"
"se habla H20 El Gato!?"
*meanwhile Ollie, Scraps, Miss Jack & Jenga are all running for cover at the sound of the squirt gun; Clyde is already under the bed owing to the raised octaves in the house"