Pluto Nash: You married twins? Tony Francis: No, I met the perfect woman, so I had her cloned. Dina Lake: Which one is which? Tony Francis: Who cares? Pluto Nash: What happened? James: Obviously, you did something stupid. Pluto Nash: That's a cryogenic Chihuahua! Dina Lake: It's a real dog? Pluto Nash: Oh, yeah, it's very delicate. You know it's illegal to bring pets up here. But I got a friend back in Juarez who knows how to freeze-dry these things. Look at that. It's a girl. Pop that little bitch in the particle wave for two minutes on defrost... she'll be running around the room. Pluto Nash: So where'd you do your singing back Earth? Dina Lake: Oh, weddings, bar mitzvahs, reincarnation rituals. The usual gigs. Pluto Nash: You blew up my wood bar stools. You know how hard it is to get wood on the moon? Dina Lake: What makes you so sure he'll help us out? Pluto Nash: Oh, he'll help us. He couldn't sing a note if it weren't for me. Dina Lake: You taught Tony Francis how to sing? Pluto Nash: No, I convinced a bookie not to pour some acid down his throat.