HARVEY: One thousand dollars.
MAYNARD: That's a lot of money.
HARVEY: Not for this dog.
MAYNARD: Perhaps I ought to explain to you what I want the dog for.
HARVEY: I daresay you feel lonely for a companion.
MAYNARD: No, sir; I want a dog for my daughter, sir, to keep off a worthless, good-for-nothing dude who comes pestering around here after her because he knows that her father has a lot of money, and thinks that if he marries his daughter he can move to Easy Street.
HARVEY: I see; he is looking for a soft snap.
MAYNARD: That's it, but I'll fool him. I want a dog that will chew him up into pieces if he ever dares to set his foot inside my garden gate again.
HARVEY: My dog will suit you exactly.
MAYNARD: But a thousand dollars is an awful lot of money.