What could have possibly happened to you to turn you into such a sourpuss?

You wanna know? (Roger nods) I'll tell ya. A toon killed my twin-brother.

(frightened) A toon?!? No!

That's right. A toon. We were investigating an armed robbery at the First National Bank of Toontown. Back in those days, me and Theodore liked workin' Toontown. Thought it was a lotta laughs. Anyway, this guy got away with a zillion simoleons. We trailed him to a little dive down on Yukster Street. We went in. Only he got the drop on us. Literally. Dropped a piano on us from 15 stories. It hurt my arm, and Theodore never made it. I never did find out who that guy was. All I remember was him standin' over me laughin', with those burnin' red eyes, and that high, squeaky voice. He disappeared into Toontown after that.

(sobs hysterically) No wonder you hate me! If a toon killed my twin-brother, I'd hate me, too.

Come on. Don't cry, Roger. I don't hate you.

Yes, you do!

No, I don't.

You do hate me. Otherwise, You would have yanked my ears all the time.

I am sorry that I yanked your ears.

(Cheering) All the time you've yanked my ears. Well, Put it there, pal. I am feel so much better. Oh boy, I hope it's another cartoon. (Runs a newsreel) Jeepers another stupid newsreel. I hate the news.