- Policeman: [a parrot has squawked "Mad dog!" in the pet shop, provoking pandemonium] . What's going on around here?
- Pete Kelly: I dunno. It's a mystery to me.
- Policeman: Where is this mad dog?
- Myrtle Montrose: Oh, officer, there isn't any mad dog. It was just Gabby.
- Policeman: Who?
- Myrtle Montrose: Gabby. You know - my little parrot.
- Policeman: Oh, it's a mad parrot. I guess I gotta shoot him, huh?
- Pet Shop Proprietor: That's okay with me!
- Myrtle Montrose: If you harm a hair of his head I'll sue you.
- Pete Kelly: There's nothing the matter with the parrot. He just talks too much.
- Policeman: So do you. Shut up!
- Myrtle Montrose: Now listen officer, I can explain everything. You see I came in here to see if I could trade this parrot for this little dog. Look at him. Isn't he cute?
- Policeman: [Gabby squawks "Mad dog! Mad dog! Mad dog!"] . I'll run the whole bunch of you in.
- Pet Shop Proprietor: Look lady, take-a da parott. Take-a da dog. Take-a da store, if you want. But please go out before I get crazy. Before everybody gets crazy.
- Myrtle Montrose: Well, do you really mean it?
- Pet Shop Proprietor: Si, with my heart and soul. Please - Go!