Crystal: Hey, junkyard dogs. How are you?
Junkyard dogs: (GASP)
Crystal: What?
Buster: Grrr... Why didn't you tell me you were a house dog?
Crystal: Huh?
Buster: Look at your neck, collar girl.
Crystal: (Looks down at her neck and gasps) Oh, no! Uh... collar? Are you tripping? I don't have any collar! (Laughs nervously, takes her collar off and throws it away) See? No collar.
Buster: Nice try, Crystal, but it's all over now. You ain't no junkyard dog anymore.
Crystal: No.
Buster: Yes. You may as well go home and cry to your family.
Crystal: But--
Buster: Leave now, and don't make me tell you again.
Crystal: But... I...
Buster: One...
Crystal: How could you...
Buster: Two...
Crystal: You have to be...
Buster: Don't make me say three.
Crystal: (Tears in her eye) Fine! I'll go... but don't come crying to me when you miss... your girl.
Junkyard Dogs: (Gasp!)
Buster: (Snorts and walks away)
Crystal: (Sighs, takes her collar, and runs away)