Weaver:
[handed a pile of what looks suspiciously like dog poo]
Now what the hell am I supposed to do with this?
Miller:
Oh, I don't know. Try and imagine you're a dog. Oh for heaven's sake! On the road, man, on the road!
Weaver:
[grumbling to himself]
I thought you were supposed to pick up dog shit, not spread it around.
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