Tony: Hey, Joe! Look! Butch-a, he's got a new girlfriend. Joe: Well, a-son of a gun! He's a got a cockerel Spanish-a girl. Tony: Hey, she's pretty sweet kiddo, Butch. You take-a Tony's advice and settle down with this-a one, eh? Hehehe. Lady: "This-a one"? Tramp: This-a one... this-a... Oh! Tony, you know. He's-a not-a speak-a English-a pretty good.
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Si, Am: We are Siamese if you please. We are Siamese if you don't please.
Trusty: As my grandpappy, Ol' Reliable, used to say... I don't recollect if I ever mentioned Ol' Reliable before?
Bulldog in Pound: Peg used to be in the dog-and-pony follies.
Si, Am: We are Siamese if you please. We are Siamese if you don't please.
Bulldog in Pound: Peg used to be in the dog-and-pony follies.
Tramp: Well! Snob Hill.
Aunt Sarah: Merciful heavens!
Trusty: As my grandpappy, Ol' Reliable, used to say... I don't recollect if I ever mentioned Ol' Reliable before?
Bulldog in Pound: Peg used to be in the dog-and-pony follies.
Boris: Ah, but remember, my friends. Even Tramp has his Achilles heel. Pedro: Pardon me, amigo. What is this chili deal? Boris: Achilles heel, Pedro. This is meaning his, uh, weaknesses. Toughy: Oh! Oh, the dames. Yeah. Bulldog in Pound: He has an eye for a well-turned paw, he has. Let's see, there's been Lulu... Toughy: Yeah, and Trixie... Dachsie: Und Fifi... Pedro: And my sister, Rosita Chiquita Juanita Chihuahua. I think.
Lady: Oh! Oh, dear! Tramp: Is something wrong, Pidge? Lady: It's morning. Tramp: Yeah. So it is. Lady: I should have been home hours ago. Tramp: Why? Because you still believe in that old "in the faithful old dog tray" routine? Aw, come on, Pidge. Open up your eyes. Lady: Open my eyes? Tramp: To what a dog's life can really be! I'll show you what I mean. Look down there. Tell me what you see. Lady: Well, I see nice homes, with yards and fences... Tramp: Exactly. Life on a leash. Look again, Pige. Look, there's a great big hunk of world down there, with no fence around it. Where two dogs can find adventure and excitement. And beyond those distant hills, who knows what wonderful experiences? And it's all ours for the taking, Pige. It's all ours. Lady: It sound wonderful. Tramp: But? Lady: But who'd watch over the baby? Tramp: You win. Come on. I'll take you home.
Lady: What's a... baby? Jock: Well, they... they resemble humans. Trusty: But I'd say a mite smaller. Jock: Aye, and they walk on all fours. Trusty: And if I remember correctly... they beller a lot. Jock: Aye, and they're very expensive. You'll no be permitted to play wi' it. Trusty: But they're mighty sweet. Jock: And very very soft. Tramp: Just a cute little bundle... of trouble!
Lady: He's dreaming. Jock: Aye, dreamin' of those bonnie bygone days when he and his grandfather were tracking criminals through the swamps. Lady: They were? Jock: But that was before... Lady: Before what? Jock: 'Tis time you knew the truth, lassie. It shouldn't have happened to a dog, but... well, Trusty has lost his sense of smell. Lady: No! Jock: Aye, but we must never let on that we know, lassie. It would break his poor heart.
Jim Dear: It's for you, Darling. Merry Christmas. Darling: Oh, Jim, dear. It's the one I was admiring, isn't it? Trimmed with ribbons? Jim Dear: Well, it *has* a ribbon. Darling: Oh, how sweet. Jim Dear: You like her, Darling? Darling: Oh, I love her. What a perfectly beautiful little Lady.
Joe: Here's your bones-a, Tony. Tony: Okay, bones. Bones? Whassa matta for you, Joe? I break-a your face-e! Tonight, Butch-a, he's-a get the best in the house! Joe: Okay, Tony! You the boss. Tony: Now, tell me, what's your pleasure? A la carte? Dinner? Tony: Aha, okay. Hey, Joe! Butch-a he say he wants-a two spaghetti speciale, heavy on the meats-a ball. Joe: Tony, dogs-a don't a-talk! Tony: He's a-talkin' to me! Joe: Okay, he's a-talkin' to you! You the boss! Tony: Now, here you are-a, the best-a spaghetti in-a town.
Tramp: Aw, come on, Pige. It wasn't my fault. Lady: Hmph! Tramp: I thought you were right behind me. Honest. When I heard they'd taken you to the pound, I... Lady: Oh, don't even mention that horrible place. Lady: I was so embarrassed... and frightened... Tramp: Oh, now, now. Who could ever harm a little trick like you? Lady: Trick? Trick! Oh, that reminds me. Who is Trixie? Tramp: Trixie? Lady: And Lulu and Fifi and Rosita Chiquita wh... whatever her name is? Tramp: Chiquita... chiquita, oh... Oh! Yes! Well, I-I-I can explain... Lady: As far as I'm concerned, you needn't worry about your old heel. Tramp: M-m-my heel? Lady: I don't need you to shelter and protect me. Tramp: Yes, b-but... Lady: If you grow careless, don't blame me. And I don't care if the Cossacks do pick you up! Goodbye! And take this with you!
Toughy: Yeah. But he never takes 'em serious. Boris: Ah, but someday he is meeting someone different. Some delicate, fragile creature who's giving him a wish to shelter and protect. Bulldog in Pound: Like Miss Park Avenue 'ere, eh, Matey? Boris: Mmm, could be. But when he does... Peg: Yeah, I'm way ahead of ya. Under the spell of true love... Bulldog in Pound: The poor chump grows careless... Boris: The Cossacks are picking him up... Toughy: And it's curtains for the Tramp.
Tony: Hey, Joe! Look! Butch-a, he's got a new girlfriend. Joe: Well, a-son of a gun! He's a got a cockerel Spanish-a girl. Tony: Hey, she's pretty sweet kiddo, Butch. You take-a Tony's advice and settle down with this-a one, eh? Hehehe. Lady: "This-a one"? Tramp: This-a one... this-a... Oh! Tony, you know. He's-a not-a speak-a English-a pretty good.
Tramp: Not to change the subject, but, um... ever chased chickens? Lady: I should say not! Tramp: Oh-ho, then you've never lived! Lady: But we shouldn't. Tramp: I know. That's what makes it fun. Aw, come on, kid. Start building some memories.
Lady: ...But when she put that horrible muzzle on me... Tramp: Say no more, I get the whole picture. Aunts, cats, muzzles... Well, that what comes of tying yourself down to one family. Lady: Haven't you a family? Tramp: One for every day of the week. The point is, none of them have me.
Jim Dear: What is it, old girl? What are you trying... Jim Dear: Darling, Aunt Sarah, come here! Darling: What is it Jim? Aunt Sarah: Aah! A rat! Trusty: A rat! We should've known. Jock: I misjudged him. Badly. Trusty: Come on! We got to stop that wagon! Jock: But man, we dinnae know which way they've gone! Trusty: We'll track 'em down! Jock: A-a-and then? Trusty: We'll hold 'em! Hold 'em at bay!
Tramp: Now take the Schultzes here. Little Fritzy - that's me, Pidge - makes this his Monday home. Lady: Monday home? Tramp: Ach, ja! Mondays is Mama Schultz cooking der Wienerschnitzel. Tramp: Mmm-mmm. Delicious. Tramp: Now, O'Brien's here is where little Mike - sure'n that's me again, Pidge - comes of a Tuesday. Lady: Of a Tuesday? Tramp: Begorra, that's when they're after havin' the darlin' corned beef. Tramp: You see, Pidge, when you're footloose and collar-free, well, you take nothing but the best.
Tramp: I'll bet they got a lid on every trash can. Tramp: Uh-oh, and a fence around every tree. I wonder what the leash-and-collar set does for excitement?
Aunt Sarah: What's going on down there? Aunt Sarah: Merciful heavens! My darlings! My precious pets! Oh, that wicked animal, attacking my poor, innocent little angels.
Tramp: We better go through this place from A to Z. Apes? No, no, no use even asking them. They wouldn't understand. Lady: They wouldn't? Tramp: Uh-uh. Too closely related to humans. Oh-oh! Alligators. Now there's an idea! Tramp: Say Al, do you suppose you could nip this contraption off for us? Al the Alligator: Glad to oblige... Tramp: Whoa! WHOA! Tramp: Huh. If anybody ever needed a muzzle, it's him.
Toughy: Well, wow, look youse guys, Miss Park Avenue herself. Bulldog in Pound: Blimey, a regular bloomin' debutante. Toughy: Yeah, and pipe the crown jewel she's wearin'. Bulldog in Pound: Hey, whatcha in for, sweetheart? Putting fleas on the butler? Peg: All right, all right, you guys! Lay off, will you? Toughy: Aw, what's the matter, Peg? Bulldog in Pound: We was only havin' a bit of sport, we was.
Jock: Lassie? Lassie? Trusty: OHHHHHH, MISS LADY, MAM? MISS LAAAADY.
Tramp: What's wrong, pidge? Lady: A rat! Tramp: Where? Lady: Upstairs, in the baby's room. Tramp: Which way do I get in? Lady: Through the little door, on the porch.
