HENRY: Oh boy, oh boy! I love birthday cake!

DAISY: If she thinks I'm gonna wear this red bow, she's got another thing coming.

HENRY: You don't like your pretty red bow? I love my tiara. It makes me feel beautiful.

DAISY: Let me show you what I think of this ridiculous pouf.

DAISY: There! Much better. Now let's get that absurd tiara off your head, Henry. You don't want people thinking you're the kind of dog who LIKES to wear silly things on your head.

HENRY: Noooo. Don't touch my tiara. I love my tiara.

DAISY: Ollie, come help me--let's get this stupid thing off him.

HENRY: Nooo-- somebody help save my tiara from her sharp little teeth. Stop it! Stop it-- that's my tiara! Help, help--

HENRY: Thank you. Now keep her away from me.

DAISY: Oh for god's sakes, woman! You are NOT going to let him walk around the house like that, are you? Have you no shame?

OLLIE: I just take the middle road-- see? I turned mine into a normal collar. A bit bright but, you know, normal. Now let's get this whole thing overwith already and do what we set out to do here this morning, okay people? Why does everything have to be high drama with you two?

OLLIE, HENRY, DAISY: HAPPY BIRTHDAY T! We LOVE YOU!

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