The Conversation

Harry:  You look like a dork.
George: I am not a dork.
Harry: I didn't say you were a dork, I said you looked like one.
George:  You're jealous because I've got the chewie.
Harry:  Actually it was my chewie.
George:  Was not.
Harry:  Was
George: The dog with the chewie in his mouth is the bonafide owner of the chewie.  And he gets the last word.