Sparrow: Heeeey, that car just–And if you hadn’t–Oh, fine. I guess that deserves a bit of ear-scratching.

Spot: Yip!

Sparrow (thinking): No collar. Is there a shelter I can take it to?…No. I can’t carry it, and there’s no way I can make it follow me. Oh well.

Sparrow: I wish there was something else I could do for you.

Spot: Aroo?

Sparrow: Don’t push your luck, pup.

Machine: DING. Withdrawal complete. Thank you!

Sparrow: Speaking of luck…!