L'amour aveugle

Proprietor: [at a fancy restaurant] ... Sir, you asked to see the proprietor? If something's wrong, I'm sure we can straighten it out to your satisfaction.

Morris Frank: I hope so. I'm guided by a dog; she acts as my eyes.

Proprietor: Ah, yes; I've heard about you. You want me to allow dogs into my restaurant. I'm sorry, but I can't do that.

Morris Frank: Why not?

Proprietor: People would be very disturbed at having animals in eating places.

Morris Frank: How about the other folks eating here now? Will they second that, if we go and ask them?

[He turns to speak up, but the owner prevents him from doing so]

Proprietor: Sir - Sir...! I'd rather not have it come to such.

[He struggles to maintain his composure]

Proprietor: The issue is that dogs give off an *odor*.

Morris Frank: Do you smell anything strange?

Proprietor: I smell nothing, sir.

Morris Frank: Neither do I. Come on out, Buddy.

[Buddy emerges from under the table, where she has been hidden the whole time]

Morris Frank: So, my friend, what do you have to say about that? You never knew she was there, did you?

Proprietor: Three words: *No. Dogs. Allowed!* Now KINDLY take your *mutt* and leave, before I call the city pound.

Morris Frank: [with a shrug] Fine. Let's go, Buddy. I know a classier place than this!

[He leaves with Buddy]