Tramp: (to a pair of pigeons) Hi, gals. How`s pickin`s?
(the pigeons fly away)
Tramp: Pretty slim, eh?
(after hearing about the rat in the baby`s room)
Trusty: The rat! We should`ve known.
Jock: (regretfully) I misjudged him...
Trusty: (running towards the gate) Come on! We`ve got to stop that wagon!
Jock: (hurrying after him) But man, we don`t even know which way they`ve gone!
Trusty: (racing down the road) We`ll track `em down!
Jock: And then?
Trusty: We`ll hold `em. Hold `em at bay.
(they speed around a corner)
Lady approaches the baby`s room deep in thought and singing to herself]
Lady: What is a baby anyway? / I must find out today / What makes Jim Dear and Darling... act... this... way?
Jock: Lassie? Lassie?
Trusty: (very loudly) OHHHHHH, MISS LADY, MAM? MISS LAAAADY.
Si, Am: We are Siamese if you please. We are Siamese if you don`t please.
Trusty: That`s right, Miss Lady; as my grandpappy, Ol` Reliable used to say... I don`t recollect that I`ve ever mentioned Ol` Reliable before?
Jock: Aye, ye have, laddie. Frequently.
(Trying to explain to Lady that Darling is going to have a baby)
Trusty: There comes a time in the life of all humans when uh... well as they put it... uh, the birds and the bees? Or well... uh... the stork? You know? Uh, no...
(after being chased into the rich end of town)
Tramp: Well! Snob Hill.
Trusty: As my grandpappy, Old Reliable, used to say... I don`t recollect if I`ve ever mentioned Old Reliable before?
Puppies: No you haven`t, Uncle Trusty.
Trusty: Huh? I haven`t? Well, um... as Old Reliable used to say, he`d say, uh... He`d say, uh... uh... Doggone. You know, I clean forgot what it was he used to say.
Toughy: Hey! Hey, youse guys, look. Poor Nutsy is takin` the long walk.
Lady: Where is he taking him?
Toughy: Through the one-way door, sister.
Lady: You... you mean he`s...?
Tramp: Aw, come on, Pige. It wasn`t my fault.
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: (Angry) Trick? Trick! Oh, that reminds me. Who is Trixie?
Lady: And Lulu and Fifi and Rosita Chiquita wh... whatever her name is?
Tramp: Chiquita... chiquita, oh... Oh! Yes! Well, I-I...
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, dont blame me. And I don`t care if the Cossacks do pick you up! Goodbye! And take this with you!
(Tosses back the bone Tramp gave her)
Joe: Here`s your bones, 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: (Showing Tramp the menu) Now, tell me, what`s your pleasure? A la carte? Dinner?
(Tramp barks something like "Spaghetti")
Tony: Aha, Okay. Hey, Joe! Butch-a he say he wants-a two spaghetti speciale, heavy on the meats-a ball.
Joe: But Tony, dogs don`t a-talk.
Tony: He`s a-talkin` to me!
Joe: Okay, he`s a-talkin` to you! You the boss!
Tony: Hey, Joe! Look! Butch-a he`s got a new girlfriend.
Joe: Well, a son of a gun! He`s a got a c*ckrel Spanish a-girl.
Tony: Hey, she`s a pretty sweet kiddo, Butch. You take-a Tony`s advice and a-settle down with this a-one.
Lady: "This a-one"?
Tramp: This a-one... this a... Oh! Tony, you know. He`s a-not speaking the Henglish a-pretty good.
Toughy: (about the Tramp`s girlfriends) Yeah. But he never takes them 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 hmmm, 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.
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.
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?
Lady: Oh! Oh, dear!
Tramp: Is something wrong, Pige?
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, Pige. 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. 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 our`s for the taking, Pige. It`s all ours.
Lady: It sound wonderful.
Lady: But who`d watch over the baby?
Tramp: You win. Come on. I`ll take you home.
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.
Tramp: Now take the Schultzes here. Little Fritzy - that`s me, Pige - makes this his Monday home.
Lady: Monday home?
Tramp: (German accent) Ach, ja! Mondays is Mama Schultz cooking der Wienner Schnitzel. Mmm-mmm. Delicious.
Tramp: (Irish accent) Now, O`Brien`s here is where little Mike - sure, that`s me again, Pige - Comes ev`ry Tuesday.
Lady: Ev`ry Tuesday?
Tramp: Begorra, and that`s when they`re having their darlin` corned beef. You see, Pige, when you`re foot loose and collar-free, well, you take nothing but the best.
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.
Tramp: (preparing to leave) Well, friend, we`ll be on our way now, so...
Beaver: Uh-uh-uh! Not so fast, sonny.
(puts on the muzzle)
Beaver: I`ll have to make certain it`s satisfactory before we settle on a price.
Tramp: Oh, no. It`s all yours, friend. You can keep it.
Beaver: I can, eh?
Beaver: I can?
Lady: Uh-huh. It`s a free sample.
Beaver: (very pleased) Well, thanks a lot. Thanks ever so...
(he slips and falls, dragging the log along; they land in the pond, where the log fits neatly over the dam spillway)
Beaver: (proudly) Say! it works ssswell!
Beaver: Gotta get this log movin`, sonny. Gotta get it moving. Think the cuttin` takes the time? It`s the doggone haulin`.
Tramp: (sees the loop at the end of Lady`s leash) The hauling!
(sees the large bit of branch on the log)
(to the Beaver)
Tramp: Now, what you need is...
Beaver: (regarding the log) I`d better bisect this section here.
Tramp: What you need is a log puller.
(Tramp shouts very loudly over the beaver`s chewing)
Tramp: I SAID A LOG PULLER!
Beaver: I ain`t deef, sonny. There`s no need to... Did you say log puller?
Tramp: And by a lucky coincidence, you see before you, modeled by the lovely little lady, the new, improved, patented, handy-dandy, never-fail little giant log puller. The busy beaver`s friend.
Beaver: You don`t say?
Tramp: Guaranteed not to tear, wear, rip or ravel. Turn around, sister, and show the customer the merchandise. And it cuts log-hauling time sixty-six percent!
Beaver: Sixty-six percent, eh? Think of that! Well, how`s it work?
Tramp: Why, it`s no work at all. You merely slip the ring over the limb like this, and haul it off.
Beaver: Say, you mind if I try it on for size?
Tramp: Help your self, and help your self.
Beaver: Okay, don`t mind if I do.
(pulls on the muzzle)
Beaver: How do you get the consarned thing off, sonny?
Tramp: Glad you brought that up, friend. Glad you brought that up. To remove it, simply place the strap between your teeth...
Beaver: Like this?
Tramp: Kee-rect, friend. Now bite hard.
(the beaver bites the strap hard and removes the muzzle from Lady)
Tramp: You see?
Lady: It`s off!
Beaver: (holding the muzzle) Say, that is simple.
Tramp: (at the zoo) 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!
(to the alligator)
Tramp: Say Al, do you suppose you could nip this contraption off for us?
Al the Alligator: Glad to oblige...
Al the Alligator: ...oblige.
(ppens his huge mouth to snap off the muzzle, and Lady looks right into his jaws)
Tramp: Whoa! WHOA!
(oulls Lady away at the last second; a nearby hyena laughs at them)
Tramp: If anybody ever needed a muzzle, it`s him.
Aunt Sarah: What`s going on down there?
(sees her cats acting as if hurt)
Aunt Sarah: Merciful heavens! My darlings! My precious pets! Oh, that wicked animal, attacking my poor, innocent little angels.
Jock: Do not listen, lassie. No human is that cruel.
Trusty: Of course not, Miss Lady. Why, everybody knows a man`s best friend is his human.
Tramp: (laughing) Oh, come on now, fellas! You haven`t fallen for that old line, now have you?
Jock: Aye, and we`ve no need for mongr-r-rels and their r-r-radical ideas. Off with ya now! Off with ya! Off with ya!
Tramp: Okay, Sandy.
Jock: The name`s Jock!
Tramp: Okay, Jock.
Jock: Heather Lad of Glencairn, to you!
Tramp: Okay, okay, okay! But remember this, Pigeon, a human heart has only so much room for love and affection. When a baby moves in, the dog moves out.
Tramp: Just a cute little bundle... of trouble. Yeah, they scratch, pinch, pull ears... Aw, but shucks, any dog can take that. It`s what they do to your happy home. Move it over, will ya, friend? Homewreckers, that`s what they are!
Jock: Look here, laddie! Who are you to barge in?
Tramp: The voice of experience, buster. Just wait `til Junior gets here. You feel the urge for a nice, comfortable scratch, and... ”Put that dog out! He`ll get fleas all over the baby!" You start barking at some strange mutt...
Tramp: "Stop that racket, you`ll wake the baby!" And then... then they hit you on the room and board department. Oh, remember those nice, juicy cuts of beef? Forget `em. Leftover baby food. And that nice, warm bed by the fire? A leaky dog house.
Lady: Oh, dear!
Jim Dear: (Giving Darling a hatbox) 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.
(the box is opened; inside is a puppy wearing a ribbon)
Darling: Oh, how sweet.
Jim Dear: You like her, Darling?
Darling: Oh, I love her. What a perfectly beautiful little lady.
Lady: (Watching Trusty running and howling in his sleep) He`s dreaming.
Jock: Aye, dreaming of those bonnie bygone days when he and his grandfather were tracking criminals through the swamps.
Lady: They were?
Jock: 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: (Gasp) No!
Jock: Aye, but we must never let on that we know, lassie. It would break his poor heart.
Peg: What a dog!
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: And they`re very expensive. You`ll not be permitted to play with it.
Trusty: But they`re mighty sweet.
Jock: And very very soft.
Tramp: Just a cute little bundle... of trouble!