harry, i want my dog.
don't embarrass us both, man. just give me the dog back, and let's preserve the friendship.
come on, i know these dodges backwards and forwards. i need the dog. he's up for a tv series. they stop beside the van. harry glances at the printing on the side panel: lee macgreevy - trainer of "duke," - the world's smartest dog.
i don't even want the ten thousand now, compared to what he might appreciate to.
don't make me have to get legal with you, harry. you sold me the animal, then as a personal favor, i let you borrow him, to demo to some v.i.p.  that probably don't even exist. you haven't been straight with me, man. just go get the dog.
get in. he ignores the command and looks at harry:
why don't you take this dog, harry. he's green, but maybe you could do something with him. he opens the cage and clips the leash to the dog's collar.
go ahead, man. take him. if you don't want him, pick up some change. sell him for a pet.
let me think about that, okay? he moves past him and out of frame.