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Video 2001 |
Lady and the Tramp II: Scamp's Adventure
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Buster: [Repeated line.] Beauuutiful...
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Angel: It's a good look for you, Buster. The garbage adds some class.
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Angel: [About "The Tramp"] But, he met his true love...
Buster: He betrayed me! You can't have a family and still be a Junkyard Dog, so I gave Tramp a choice. It was either me, or her. And he picked life at the end of a chain. Hooked up with a real powderpuff. Sleepin' on carpets. Free room and board.
[Practically hysterical.]
Buster: Livin' the cushy pillow life!
[Pants heavily.]
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Scamp: What difference does it make? All families are alike. They make you take baths, and-and sleep in a bed, and you have to eat everything in your bowl and when it rains, you have to come indoors! Gah, let's just say you're lucky you've never had to live with a family.
Angel: Wrong again, Tenderfoot.
Scamp: You mean, you had a family?
Angel: Actually, I've had five familes.
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Scamp: Don't you undersatnd? Just one more test and I'll finally be a Junkyard Dog! *That's* where I belong.
Angel: No, you *don't* belong there! You're better than that, Scamp. And that's what I like about you.
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Tramp: Firm dicipline mold a pup into a dog.
Lady: You turned out pretty good.
Tramp: Yeah, but I met you. And if is weren't for you, I'd have wound up in the pound.
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Dog Catcher: You little mutt. You're gonna see what mad is.
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Angel: The Junkyard Dogs aren't much of a family, but what choice do I have?
Scamp: Well, what more do you need? As a Junkyard Dog, you can stay up late, or dig, or-
Angel: Run.
Scamp: Yeah, or play or dig or-
Angel: [A bright light begins to shine on the two] *Run*
Scamp: Right, or chase squirrels-
Angel: [A train can be heard approaching. It is very close] No, I mean *run*!
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Buster: Hey, hey, hey, hey. The Tramp used to scratch like that! You ain't related, are ya?
Scamp: Who, me? No way!
Buster: Good. Because if you were, you'd be kibble.
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Angel: [Scamp has come out of the lake where he and Angel fell] Scamp?! You're alright. I was so worried.
Scamp: So...worried?
Angel: [Scoffs] Yeah right. Get over yourself, housepet.
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