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Si, Am: We are Siamese if you please. We are Siamese if you don't please.
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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.
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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...?
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Tramp: Well, friend, we'll be on our way now, so...
Beaver: Uh-uh-uh! Not so fast, sonny. 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? I can?
Lady: Uh-huh. It's a free sample.
Beaver: 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: Say! it works ssswell!
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Tony: Here's your bones, Tony.
Joe: 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!
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Jock: Lassie? Lassie?
Trusty: [very loudly] OHHHHHH, MISS LADY, MAM? MISS LAAAADY.
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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.
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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.
[Sobbing]
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?
Tramp: 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]
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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.
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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, Pigeon. A human heart has only so much room for love and affection. When a baby move in, the dog moves out.
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Beaver: Gotta get this log movin', sonny. Gotta get it moving. Think the cuttin' takes the time? It's the doggone haulin'.
Tramp: The hauling! Exactly! Now, what you need is...
Beaver: I'd better bisect this section here.
[Starts chewing]
Tramp: What you need is a log puller.
[shouting 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 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 and removes the muzzle from Lady]
Tramp: You see?
Lady: It's off!
Beaver: Say, that is simple.
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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!
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Tony: Hey, Joe! Look! Butch-a he's got a new girlfriend.
Joe: Well, a son of a gun! He's a got a cockrel 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.
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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.
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[about Tramp]
Peg: What a dog!
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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?
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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.
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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.
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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...
[Barks]
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!
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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.
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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.
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[Closing lines]
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.
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[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...
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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.
Tramp: But?
Lady: But who'd watch over the baby?
Tramp: You win. Come on. I'll take you home.
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[after being chased into the rich end of town]
Tramp: Well! Snob Hill.
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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! Say Al, do you suppose you could nip this contraption off for us?
Al the Alligator: Glad to oblige.
[Opens his huge mouth to snap off the muzzle]
Tramp: Whoa, whoa!
[Pulls Lady away at the last minute; a nearby hyena laughs at them]
Tramp: If anybody ever needed a muzzle, it's him.
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[Opening lines]
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.
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Description
Walt Disney's LADY AND THE TRAMP, filled with memorable music and purebred fun, now shines like never before with an all-new digital restoration! Embark on a thrilling adventure with the most unforgettable characters: Lady, a lovingly pampered cocker spaniel; Tramp, a mutt from across the tracks with a heart of gold; Jock and Trusty, Lady's best friends; and Si and Am, two of the most devious cats to prowl across the screen. The happiest of endings takes place on a lovely bella notte as Lady learns what it means to be footloose and leash-free. Unleash all the fun and excitement in this 2-Disc Special Edition, including never-before-seen deleted scenes, 5.1 Disney Enhanced Home Theater Mix, all-new games, making-of secrets, and much more!
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It's still one of the sweetest kisses onscreen, up there with Bergman and Grant, Bogey and Bacall: the moment when pampered purebred Lady and streetwise mongrel Tramp, sharing a moonlit plate of spaghetti in an alley behind an Italian café, unknowingly slurp the same strand, and suddenly find their mouths meeting in surprise and tenderness. Ah, puppy love. Lady and the Tramp is a delight of animation and surprisingly deep character development, given that the stars are all dogs. Lady, an adorable Cocker Spaniel, feels neglected when her owners become distracted by the pending birth of a baby. But the last straw is clueless Aunt Sarah's appearance with her conniving Siamese cats (among Disney's most creatively evil villains), who wreak havoc on Lady's blissful home life. Soon Lady is off on an adventure in the streets, where the savvy Tramp takes her under his paw. The lessons of friendship and loyalty, of integrity--not to mention trusting in the kindness of strangers--ring true to delighted children and adults alike. And unlike many Disney films, there's no real violence, only challenges that smart dogs (including a tough-talking vamp named Peg, voiced sublimely by Peggy Lee, who also wrote the songs), banding together, can tackle. The animation is terrific; the scene where we first meet Tramp shows him rinsing off under a pipe, and his subsequent shaking-off of the water follows the detailed rippling up and down his back that any dog lover will recognize. And is there any song more romantic than "Bella Notte"? Bellissima! --A.T. Hurley
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