JOHN LUKE: The mail came, the mail came, the stuff I sent
away for came! A packet of pulverized bugs! Put a
pinch of these bugs in a soda and shake it and
whosover drinketh becomes hopelessly physical. And
now for the experiment....Hey, Henry. See this? This
is gonna get Bonny really physical.

HENRY: I think you should leave Benny alone.

JOHN LUKE: Where's your dog?

HENRY: Why?

JOHN LUKE: I got to try it out on somebody else first.

HENRY: What's wrong with your dog?

JOHN LUKE: My dog's a he, your dogs a she. Jees! Typical!

HENRY: "She's too old to get physical. It might kill her.
JOHN LUKE: I don't believe you! Don't you realize what's
at stake here? It's more important than just a dog.
You gotta put that old dog to sleep anyway...I give up!
Kids! You embarrass me. All this stuff is happening
around you and you still don't get it. Henry, for a
long time now I've been suspecting you are mentally
retarded. I think you oughta commit suicide. You and
your dog both should check into a gas chamber...If you
want to hang around me anymore and learn something
you'll get that dog.