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Now it's time to declaw you, permanently. Bunk's potato chips, they're delicious. Wow,
they're named Bunk's? What a coincidence. No, not really -- it's Bunk's brand. I left
my tools at home. Can you believe that? Who's that guy on the back with Bunk? I thought
Bunk was your dog? But you'll be here when I get back? Well, of course you will. If we're
gonna make this work, we need to go to therapy. There's no chance in hell that I'm going to
therapy with a cat. *****. Lee Majors? Hey, you got a soda in there for me? Sure, yeah.
You take some time off or something? You got a haircut -- looks good. Lost some weight,
maybe? No, I just, you know, out on some business. Nice. Yeah. Cool. I'll see you around. Bunk,
I just wanted to say congratulations on the blind development deal from the network. I
got you a couple things here that… Some flowers and your favorite jerky treats there.
Yeah, so things are really looking up for ya. Oh, this is nice. That's a nice touch.
That's also from the network? Yeah? You know, wow. Well, we are all just so pleased. And,
again, my congratulations -- it's really… It's all coming together for ya really, really
well. Yep, you're doing well. Son of a *****! Ah, this therapy is just taking it out of me -- they
keep asking me to get honest. I'm gonna get some damn honest, they're gonna be calling
me Abe. How bout those apples? Hi, I'm Detective Bell. I'm Detective McNulty. And you're watching
The String. Only on Heavy Petting. Meow. I want you to look at me when I tell you this,
Mike: You make me clean out my own litter box. As a cat, that's just terrible. It makes
me feel sad. You know, for a cat, he does a lot of un-cat-like things. Whatever. The
other day I say him peeing with his leg up. Big deal -- cats used to do that all the time.
Dogs just stole that move and made it popular. And, you know, for a cat, you get along pretty
well with Bunk and Kona. Well, somebody's gotta be the nice one around here. I am nice!
I'm tired of hearing that in here! I'm nice! My point, exactly. Alright, you know what
-- you wanna break this wide open? I'll do it. I'll do it, man. I think you're part dog.
What did you say? You heard me. You just watch your mouth, mister. You are a barking, panting,
flea-bitten dog. How bout those apples? If I didn't respect this room so much, I would
claw the **** out of you. You're all bark. Did you just growl? No, that was a purr. Cats
purr when they're angry too. You know that. Stupid -- I mean, honestly, I don't wanna
be violent in this room. It's not my nature. Here. Here's your ball. You just retrieved
a tennis ball, Lee Majors. Like a dog. Cats used to retrieve balls all the time… back
in the day. Game-set-match, Weaver. I'm Sully. You're watchin Heavy Pettin. Prrrh. Hey, Mike.
Hey, Safari. Hey, have you seen Mary? Who's that -- the new intern? No, it's my cobra.
We had a fight. Oh, no thanks, Safari, I've already eaten. Sometimes, animals have feelings
too. It's probably why Bunk wrote those things about you. What? In her autobiography. What
are you talking about? In her book. It's quite a page-turner. You can borrow it, if you like.
But I want it back. She signed it for me. Mary? Bunk, what is this? I had nothing to
do with your hip dysplasia. Back it up, Opie. Who are you? Well, who I am is not important,
but what I do is. And I wouldn't be doing my job if I let you in here, now would I?
What the hell are you talking about? Yeah, wouldn't you like to know. Check that. Actually,
I don't care -- I just want to speak to my dog. You're just not reading my mail are you,
Opie? I think you got your radar broken. Are you one of these guys who talks in metaphors,
because I actually don't own a radar? No, you don't. But you got pretty good bone-ar.
Bone-ar? See, I'm a gatekeeper, Opie. And that dog right in front of you, he's my gate.
Are you a bodyguard? Bunk, did you hire a bodyguard? Why would you do that? Bunker's
Chips, they're blowing up. Bogies everywhere -- that wealthy dog's gotta feel protected.
Frank Toller. You ***, I haven't seen you since Panama. Majors! Sit on the
beach, and the bombs they will rain-a. Heyyyyy, Noriega! How you doing? Oh, you know -- doing
the thing, man. Doing the thing. You still with the Secret Service? Ah nah, man, Uncle
Sam let me go. Ah, cutbacks? I wish. Sorry to hear about that, bro. And you had Victoria
write the forward! You asked my ex-girlfriend for help, instead of me? This is a betrayal
of Shakespearean proportions, pooch, and I will not forget it! Watch out for that one
-- real drama queen. Yeah, Opie Taylor just got his bogey card. Yeah, that means he's
marked man. That's
what that means.