First Dog Page #3

That's California,

isn't it?

Yes, ma'am.

That's a long way from home.

The president's dog

lives in Washington.

Thank you for calling.

(Phone line disconnecting)

She hung up on me.

Don't worry, the president

will call back.

And I'll get you home safely.

Mrs. Angell?

Mm-hmm?

By any chance

did I get a call

from the president?

I don't remember

getting such a call.

What would you say

if I went on a trip?

A trip?

Where in heavens to?

The White House.

Ah, the White House.

Why of all places

the White House?

I think Teddy belongs

to the president

and I have to return him.

The president?

Of the United States.

Yes, ma'am.

Danny, if the president

lost his dog,

don't you think he would be

looking for him?

Yeah.

JUNE:

We would have heard about it

on the news,

don't you think?

Yeah.

Besides, what if somebody

wants to adopt you?

I mean, what would we say?

You know, he's on the road

with some dog.

No one's going to want me.

Ugh, why would you

say that? Huh?

That's just being silly.

You know, I think Teddy

is your new friend,

and I think you should

hold on to him.

So you wouldn't

let me return him?

No.

Even if he was

the president's dog,

I would never let you

go anywhere by yourself.

Especially not

as far away as Washington.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay?

Come on, Teddy.

Let's go back in the house.

Teddy, come on.

The president.

I got a feeling

Coming on

And I fail to see

The easy in this song

You're a mountain

And I am a rock

We finally built

that bridge

Between the fault

Day-to-day love

Day-to-day love

You're late.

I had to wait

until everyone was asleep.

You're the dude

with the president's mutt?

Name is Brandon. I'll be your

chauffeur this evening.

Hey, sis,

better get home now.

Mom's going to have a fit

if she finds you out this late.

Yeah. Good luck.

Okay, thanks.

Bye.

Come on, man.

(Rock music blaring)

So how long till we get

to the White House?

The White House?

The one in Washington?

We're not going to Washington,

we're going to Sin City.

We're going to Vegas.

That's nowhere near Washington.

Amber told me you guys were

going to New York, New York,

and were dropping me off

on the way.

Well, we're going to New York,

New York in Las Vegas.

We're going to Vegas, baby!

(All cheering)

Mmm.

Brandon, I am not!

You wish.

You moron.

(Tire screeching)

Oh...

(All screaming)

(Coughing)

Dude, your uncle's

going to kill you.

It was her fault.

She was texting me.

You started, you idiot.

(All shouting)

GIRL:
Stop it! Stop!

BOY:
Chill out.

(Arguing resuming)

They can't see the stars

For the clouds

in the way

Still, I hold you

You'll get through

this day

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