[ Norman smiles back, cigarette tilting upwards as he does so, and gives him a conspiratorial look. ]

You know, Norton, I wouldn't mind that. Not one bit. ...And I don't think Clancy would, either, would you, boy?

[ He takes a glance down at the dog who has settled himself between the couch they sit on and the coffee table, giving the dome of his red-and-white head and enthusiastic rub. ]

He likes you. You know, they say that there's no better judge of character than a dog. Don't prove him wrong, Norton. I've been enjoying your company.