- Mr. Whiskers: [holding up tag] Here's my ticket to camp.
- Brandy Harrington: Hey, you're not going to camp, you're being sold to a zoo in Paraguay for thirty-nine cents!
- [laughs at Mr. Whiskers]
- Mr. Whiskers: Again, oh well.
- Mr. Whiskers: Are you going to summer camp too?
- Brandy Harrington: No, I'm going to a five-star spa to be pampered and spoiled, which, come to think of it, is sorta my life anyway.
- Mr. Whiskers: I've never been spoiled!
- Brandy Harrington: [fanning her hand at Whiskers] Woof, you sure smell like it.
- Mr. Whiskers: [knocking on Brandy's carrier] Howdy, neighbor! I'm Mr. Whiskers, what's your name?
- Brandy Harrington: [from inside] Uh, it's on my carrier Einstein! In rhinestones!
- Mr. Whiskers: [trying to read the rhinestone] Mmm, Brr-aaa-tty. Ah! Haha! Bratty!
- Brandy Harrington: [bursting out of her carrier] Not bratty, you flea motel, Brandy! Brandy Harrington of the Florida Harringtons.
- Mr. Whiskers: [sarcastically] Well, Bratty was pretty close.