Charles: [on the phone] If he isn't taking his medicine, you could mix it in with his food.
Jake: [hanging up the phone with his walking stick] Sorry, you can deal with your sick dog later, Boyle.
Charles: Well, actually, that was about my son, Nikolaj. He's got allergies. I think we may have to go with a nasal douche.
Jake: Ah, nasal douche. Cool, cool, cool, cool. Very gross.