HARVEY: (Continuing.) And as for poisoned meat, why, he would rather have Paris green or strychnine on his meat than salt.
MAYNARD: (Chuckling.) Certainly a remarkable animal. And now, if you will excuse me a minute, I will go into the house and tell my daughter about the dog. (He exits into house.)
HARVEY: (Gleefully.) The scheme worked beautifully and I am just a thousand dollars ahead.
FELIX: (Indignantly.) What do you mean by telling him that I eat tin cans and scrap iron?
HARVEY: Why, that was only a little joke on my part.
FELIX: Oh, it was a joke, was it? And suppose the neighbors fire their pistols at me and riddle me with bullets, what then?
HARVEY: Why, simply don't notice it. Anyhow, don't complain to me, you're the dog, not I, and if the neighbors kill you, that's not my funeral.
FELIX: I can see myself in dog heaven already. And how about my share of the money?
HARVEY: The what?
FELIX: The money. The dough, the mazuma.