painting?
In time, which I don't have.
Plus, it sort of hurts to hold a paintbrush.
Well, that brings us to new business.
I had a few extra minutes
at work today, and...
...I decided to run some numbers.
As you can see...
..."B.B." means "Before Beethoven."
"A.B." means "After Beethoven."
Now, I really think
the chart speaks for itself.
This dog is really costing us...
...and I didn't even figure in
the latest fiasco.
-Point of clarification?
-Yes.
-What's a fiasco?
-It's a disaster, a farce, a breakdown.
[Solemn instrumental music]
Oh, honey.
I know you've gotten attached
to Beethoven. I mean, we all have.
But I just don't think
there's enough room in this household...
...for a dog like Beethoven.
[Whines]
BETH: In fact,
I don't think there's a household...
...with room enough in the entire universe
for a dog like Beethoven.
Sorry, Mom. Time's up.
I guess that concludes the family meeting!
I love these intimate family gatherings.
SARA: What do you think Mom meant
by the house not being big enough?
BRENNAN: Well, I think it means she's
thinking about getting rid of Beethoven.
Come on. Get over it.
I mean, he's not even our real dog anyway.
I know. You don't have to remind me.
Maybe now's a good time
to hit 'em up for a new pet.
Something a little smaller, like a cow?
[Phoebe barks loudly]
BRENNAN: Phoebe's out.
SARA: I wish we brought Beethoven.
BRENNAN: Oh, no, the gate.
BRENNAN: Beethoven!
SARA: Beethoven, help!
Brennan! What do we do?
Look.
SARA: Yes!
BRENNAN: Come on, Sara. Let's go.
SARA: Thanks, Beethoven. Come on, boy.
We can't let him go. We need a plan.
BRENNAN: Okay, okay. Give me a couple
of days, and I'll think of something.
That's okay. I was finished.
Guess what, Sara.
I'm about to put the cookies in the oven.
They're gonna be warm and chewy,
and you can't have any!
Sorry, Dad. Current events.
RICHARD: Oh, no!
Who let the dog in?
You're not helping your case here, pal.
Oatmeal-drool cookies.
SARA: So, did you think of a plan?
It's only been three days. Give me a break.
Besides, I'm really behind
on my math homework.
I knew you wouldn't have a plan.
So, here, I do have a plan.
Look at this!
Hi, honey.
[Burping sounds]
Don't you dare!
[Beth screams]
BETH: Beethoven!
BRENNAN: Oh, no!
Beethoven barfed all over me!
How gross is that?
Okay, my math homework, one semester.
A whole semester? Forget it, then.
Fine. See you, Beethoven.
Fine! One semester.
Jerk.
Oh, great.
That's fabulous. All right.
I'll let you know. Okay.
-They gonna take him?
-Well, if we want to.
They're really gonna miss him.
He was never gonna be able
to stay with us forever.
-Sooner or later, they'll have to miss him.
-I guess.
Oh, Richard.
They're a really nice family.
They live on a huge farm.
I mean,
Beethoven will have chickens to chase...
...barns to burn and cows to stampede.
He'll be in heaven.
You're right, as usual.
So, that settles it.
You tell the kids
we're getting rid of Beethoven.
Thanks, honey. Gotta work.
Speaking of chickens....
[Doorbell rings]
Get rid of him!
-Hello, Bill.
-Beth!
Good to see you.
So, I suppose you're looking for Richard.
Well, I think I might be able to find him...
...for you around here somewhere.
So, I'll do that.
Why don't you sit down?
Richard! Bill's here!
Richard? Richard!
RICHARD: [Whispering] Over here.
BETH: What are you doing?
He's here for the painting,
the one Beethoven ruined.
BETH: So?
-I haven't fixed it yet.
-What?
Why? Richard!
Because I thought
he was coming next week.
Who's this?
"I don't need to write things down
in a notebook...
"...because I have a photographic memory."
You were right. I was wrong.
Can we discuss this later, please?
Honey, go stall him.
-This is not my responsibility.
-What?
You said, "I want to go back to