Cat in the Hat: Don't worry, I have three plans. Plan A: Mess up a perfectly clean house. Done that! Plan B: Cut your losses and ditch the kids. That could work.
Sally: What about that one?
Cat in the Hat: Plan C: Trick Mom's boyfriend into handing over dog and lock. I don't know. I still like Plan B.
Cat in the Hat: Here she is. The Super Luxurious Omnidirectional Whatchamajiggar. Or S.L.O.W. For short.
Cat in the Hat: Yeah, S.L.O.W. It's better than the last thing we had. Super Hydraulic Instantaneous Transporter.
Conrad: Oh, you mean...
Cat in the Hat: Quick! To the S.L.O.W.!
Cat in the Hat: Well, there are two treatments I'd reccomend. One is a series of painful shots injected into your abdomen and kneecaps and the other involves a musical number.
Sally: How many shots?
Sally: Um, Cat. Your tail.
Cat in the Hat: What about it? Oh, I see. I've chopped it off. Well, that's interesting because...SON OF A BI-[gets cut off.].