INT. M.M.I'S MAIN LIVING ROOM
The room is scattered with different animal mental patients, along with the Wardens and Doctors.
Larry the dog, wearing a straight jacket, rocks back and fourth, muttering to himself.
LARRY
I didn't kill her. You can't kill a dead dog.
Rex the scruffy bulldog buts in.
REX
No, but you can f**k them.
He roars with laughter.
Missy a snooty cat walks past, and makes a comment.
MISSY
Oh, you never got this talk in the theatre. Dame Fluffy would never allow it.
REX
Dame Fluffy? You crazy broad. Next you'll be telling me you worked with Marlon Brand-owl.
MISSY
(Dramatic)
The year was 1968...
Rex hastily leaves them to it. Their ramblings still rambling.
He walks over to a Nurse.
REX
Any chance of pills (wink) You know, pills? (wink, wink)
NURSE
You've had your pills today, Mr. Rex.
REX
You can't get high off worming tablets baby, c'mon!
NURSE
No, now, sit! Sit!
Rex reluctantly sits.
NURSE
Good boy.
REX
Dames. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em.
Next, he wonders over to a Doctor.
REX
Hey, Doc. How's it going?
The Doctor smiles politely.
REX
So... look at me. I'm better now, can't you see?
DOCTOR
We'll see at your next evaluation, won't we?
REX
Hey, I'm standing right here. Evaluate me now.
He smiles widely.
DOCTOR
Are you willing to take that tutu off?
Rex curtsies in his tutu.
REX
Err... no.
END