Chubby: Darling, can you hear the pleas in my whispers? Dorothy: Darling, can you hear the fleas in my whiskers? Chubby: If love is like a rose, I will pick my rose in the bud. Dorothy: If love is like a rose, I will stick my nose in the mud. Chubby: My heart is filled with joy. I want to trip and dance. Dorothy: My heart is filled with joy. I want to rip my pants.