You’ve bested me, you know that, don’t you?
How can you possibly say that; aren’t you the Wonder Mutt?
Aren’t we ALL Wonder Mutts? 
Well, does anyone here have a pedigree?
Who gives out those kinds of papers, anyway?
Didn’t you know those kinds of questions rub me the wrong way?
Should we hire a masseuse to rub you the right way?
Is that masseuse licensed?
Do you know she has a Master’s in massage from Massachusetts?
Who’s her master?
Isn’t her master a bastard pastor who’s faster than Zoroaster on a plaster caster?
You know you forgot “dastard,” right?
Is it some fellow named Master Bates?
Is he a cunning linguist?
Is he a friend of Peter Ast?
Or maybe just a cunning runt?
Is he what the Rev. Spooner would have called a “shining wit”?
Are you guys ever going to grow up?
Whatever for?
Have you no goals?