Buddy: Uh-oh, you kitties better watch out. Jan's on the warpath!
Percy: Why? We didn't do anything wrong.
Merci: Jan says you ate her toast before she had a chance to toast it.
Cameron: I don't know why we're getting blamed. You dogs are the food thieves.
Sam: You can't blame this on us. None of us can reach the toaster.
Rusty: Marcus can jump high. It must have been Marcus.
Marcus: No, it wasn't me and you know I can't leap onto the counter. I would need a rocket launcher to get anywhere neat the toaster. 'Fess up.
Cyndi: Well, it sure wasn't me. I would never steal Jan's food. Well, maybe if it was really tempting. But bread?
Micah: Why are you all looking at me? I didn't steal it. But if I had - and I'm not saying I did - it would be Jan's fault for leaving the room with the bread in the toaster before she'd fed us our breakfast.
Buddy: As your attorney, might I suggest the next time you deny stealing bread, you wipe the bread crumbs from your chin first?