A Boy and His Dog

I don't think he likes me very much.
Oh, he just feels bad. He likes you a lot.
He told me so.
He did really?
Uh, huh.
That's nice, because I think he's cute.
How do you do it?
Talk to him.
I don't know, I never thought about it.
Just talk.
Well, how come I can't hear him?
Uh, he said something one time.
He thought we had a feeling for each other or something.
What do you mean, like love?
I guess.
I don't know.
He said we though alike.
Ha ha, I don't know.
Well, anyway...
We'll get a nice little place...
and, we'll spend a lot of time together alone...
and do whatever we feel like doing.
and when Blood comes to visit he can have his own room.
What are you talking about?
Well, I don't exactly think he's going to fit in Down Under.
No way!
No, that's what I said.
No, I mean, no way I'm going down there.
I'm going to be there.
No, you're not.
We'll make it up here, the 3 of us.
Vic, now I live there.
If you love me...
I don't care.
Dog: Come out here right now.
Dog: Vic, we need to talk.