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Rat: What are you up to, Goat? Goat: I have to run home and write a paper on a foreign dictator for his college class I'm taking. But I can't decide who to write about. Pig: Hmm. Goat: What's the matter with you? Rat: He had his wisdom teeth taken out and they gave him some painkiller, so he's talking a little slow. Pig: Sad. Goat: Aw, don't be sad, Pig. I've had my wisdom teeth taken out. The pain goes away. Pig: Damn. Goat: Well, it's no reason to swear. That's not like you. Pig: Who? Goat: You, Pig, you. Gosh, it sounds like those drugs are making you a little insane. Pig: Sane. Goat: Well, you don't sound like it to me. You sound- Great idea, Pig. Thanks. Pig: You're. Rat: What the @*&# just happened? Pig: Wel come.