"Speak to me, son. Say something. [Tyke barks] What's the idea messin' up my boy? Go clean him up. [Tom cleans Tyke up] Now, put him down. [Tom puts Tyke down] Listen, pussycat, he's clean now, and he'd better be clean when I get back! And if he ain't... [rips some of Tom's fur off of him] ...I'll tear you limb from limb! Understand? [Tom nods and Jerry nods. Spike growls at Tom and leaves.]"