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CHOIR: This is the night
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It's a beautiful night
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And they call it bella notte
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Look at the skies
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They have stars in their eyes
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On this lovely bella notte
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So take the love
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Of your loved one
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You'll need it about this time
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To keep from falling like a star
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When you make that dizzy climb
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For this is the night
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And the heavens are right
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On this lovely
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Bella notte
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On this lovely
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Bella notte
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Silent as a snowflake in the night
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Holy is the spirit of this night
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All the world is calm and peaceful
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All the world is bright and joyful
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Spirit of love
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And child of peace
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Love unending
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That shall not cease
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Peace, my children
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Of goodwill
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Peace, my children
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Peace, be still
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JIM: It's for you, Darling.
Merry Christmas.
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Oh, Jim Dear.
It's the one I was admiring, isn't it?
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Trimmed with ribbons?
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JIM: Well, it has a ribbon.
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How sweet.
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-You like her, Darling?
-I love her.
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What a perfectly beautiful little Lady.
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JIM: Come on, Lady. Over here.
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That's a girl.
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There, now. A nice little bed for you.
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DARLING: But Jim Dear, are you sure
she'll be warm enough?
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JIM: Why, of course, Darling.
She'll be snug as a bug in a...
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Uh-oh.
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Almost forgot something.
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There.
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Good night, Lady.
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Now, now, don't worry, Darling.
She'll go right to sleep.
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No, no, Lady.
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This is where you belong, right here.
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(LADY CHITTERING)
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DARLING: Look, she's lonesome.
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Don't you think maybe... Just for tonight?
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JIM: Now, Darling, if we're going
to show her who's master,
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we must be firm from the very beginning.
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(WHIMPERING)
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JIM: Lady.
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Stop that now. Stop it.
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(WHIMPERING CONTINUES)
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(BANGING)
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JIM: Lady. Quiet, now. You hear me?
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Back to bed.
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Quick, now.
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Not one more sound.
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(CLOCK RATTLING)
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(SOFT CLANGING)
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(JIM SNORING)
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(SNORING CONTINUES)
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(LADY WHIMPERING)
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DARLING: Jim, dear.
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(JIM GROANING)
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(LADY WHIMPERING)
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(LADY HOWLING)
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DARLING: Oh, Jim.
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JIM: What?
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(LADY WHIMPERING)
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(JIM YAWNING SOUNDLY)
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JIM: All right.
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But remember, just for tonight.
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(CACKLING)
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(CLOCK DINGING)
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(GROANING)
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(DARLING GROANING)
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JIM: (YAWNING)
All right, Lady. All right.
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I'm up. I'm up, Lady. Oh, no.
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DARLING: What's wrong, Jim?
What is it?
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JIM: Can't you explain to Lady
about Sundays?
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(LADY BARKING)
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(LADY BARKING)
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(BELL RINGING IN DISTANCE)
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JIM: Have you noticed, Darling,
since we've had Lady,
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we see less and less of those
disturbing headlines?
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DARLING: Yes, I just don't know
how we ever got along without her.
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JIM: Say, she must be about
six months old.
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We'd better be getting her a license.
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DARLING: Hope it fits.
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My, but it does look nice.
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So grown up.
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Won't Jock and Trusty be surprised?
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(HUMMING)
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(SINGING) Four steps straight
And then to the left
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And right to the place
Where I marked it
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With a bonnie, bonnie bone
That I buried for me own
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In my bonnie, bonnie bank
In the backyard
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That's a grand sight.
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LADY: Jock.
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Jock.
_________________________________
Hello, Jock.
_________________________________
It's you, Lassie.
_________________________________
Notice anything different?
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You've had a bath?
_________________________________
No, not that.
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You've had your nails clipped?
_________________________________
Guess again.
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Well, I wouldn't a-be a-knowing.
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Why, Lassie. A bonnie new collar.
_________________________________
-Do you like it?
-Aye.
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It must be very expensive.
_________________________________
-Have you shown it to Trusty yet?
-No.
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We'd best go at once.
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You know how sensitive
he is about these things.
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(SNORING)
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He's dreaming.
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Aye.
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Dreaming of those bonnie bygone days
_________________________________
when he and his grandfather
were tracking criminals
_________________________________
through the swamps.
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-They were?
-But that was before...
_________________________________
Before what?
_________________________________
This time you knew the truth, Lassie.
_________________________________
It shouldn't have happened to a dog.
_________________________________
But, well...
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Trusty has lost his sense of smell.
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-No.
-Aye.
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But we must never let
on that we know, Lassie.
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It would break his poor heart.
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(SNIFFING)
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Which way did he go?
Which way did he go?
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-Go?
-Yeah, big fella.
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About 6'2".
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No, three.
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Wore a striped suit. No collar.
_________________________________
Why, Miss Lady. You have a collar.
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Uh-huh.
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And a license.
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My, my.
_________________________________
-How time does fly.
-Aye.
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It seems only yesterday
she was cutting her teeth
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on Jim Dear's slippers,
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and now there she is, a full-grown lady.
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Wearing the greatest
honor man can bestow.
_________________________________
The badge of faith and respectability.
_________________________________
That's right, Miss Lady.
_________________________________
As my grandpappy, Old Reliable,
used to say...
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I don't recollect if I've ever
mentioned Old Reliable before.
_________________________________
Aye, you have, laddie.
_________________________________
Yeah.
_________________________________
It's Jim Dear.
_________________________________
Please excuse me.
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JIM: Hello, there, Lady.
_________________________________
Come on, beat you home.
_________________________________
Oh, you win again.
_________________________________
Steady, now. Steady.
_________________________________
Well, what have we here?
_________________________________
Big girl now, huh? All right.
_________________________________
Oh, ladies first.
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JIM: You know, darling, with Lady here,
I'd say life is quite complete.
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DARLING: Yes, dear.
_________________________________
I don't imagine anything could ever
take her place in our hearts.
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(TRAIN HISSING)
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(TRAIN HONKING IN DISTANCE)
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(SIGHS)
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(GROANING)
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(BLOWING RASPBERRY)
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What a day.
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Well, now to dig up some breakfast.
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Hmm? (CHUCKLES)
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Cute little rascals.
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Coochie-coochie-coo.
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(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
_________________________________
Now. That breakfast, let's see.
_________________________________
Bernie's?
_________________________________
No. Francois...
_________________________________
No, no. Nope. Too much starch.
_________________________________
Ah, Tony's. That's it.
_________________________________
I haven't been there in a week.
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JOE: (SINGING)
A beautiful day to make pizza
_________________________________
Hey, still we call it bella notte
_________________________________
Well, buongiorno, Butch.
_________________________________
You want your breakfast?
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Okay. The boss, he's saving
some nice bones for you.
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Breakfast coming up from left field.
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Good catch.
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(MAN WHISTLING)
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Whoa, boy, whoa.
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(RUSTLING)
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(WHISTLING CONTINUES)
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(HUMMING)
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(METAL POUNDING)
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(MAN WHISTLING IN TUNE)
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Hey. Psst.
_________________________________
Blimey.
_________________________________
Look, Peg, it's the tramp.
_________________________________
Hiya, handsome.
Come to join the party?
_________________________________
All right, all right.
No time for wisecracks.
_________________________________
I've got to get you out.
_________________________________
I'm telling you, the pressure's really on.
Signs all over town.
_________________________________
-Gee, thanks.
-You're a bit of all right, chum.
_________________________________
-Okay, okay, get going.
-MAN: Hey. What's going on over there?
_________________________________
Scram, and be careful.
_________________________________
MAN: Why, you mangy mutt.
Hey. Let go. Let go of me.
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(BARKS)
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Well. Snob hill.
_________________________________
Hi, gals. How's pickings?
_________________________________
Pretty slim, eh?
_________________________________
Yeah. I'll bet they've got a
lid on every trash can.
_________________________________
And a fence around every tree.
_________________________________
I wonder what the leash-and-collar
set does for excitement.
_________________________________
Lassie. Lassie.
_________________________________
Miss Lady, ma'am.
_________________________________
Miss Lady.
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JOCK: Good morning, lassie.
_________________________________
'Tis a bonnie, braw, bright day...
_________________________________
Day.
_________________________________
Why, Miss Lady. Is something wrong?
_________________________________
Aye. Tell us, lassie.
_________________________________
-If somebody's been mistreating you...
-No, Jock.
_________________________________
It's something I've done, I guess.
_________________________________
You?
_________________________________
It must be.
_________________________________
Jim Dear and Darling are acting so...
_________________________________
(DARLING HUMMING IN TUNE)
_________________________________
-Jim Dear and Darling?
-Hush, lad.
_________________________________
(HUMMING CONTINUES)
_________________________________
Now, lassie, get on with the details.
_________________________________
Well, I first noticed it the other day
when Jim Dear came home.
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(BARKS)
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(BARKING CONTINUES)
_________________________________
JIM: Down, Lady, down.
_________________________________
Darling, Darling. Are you all right?
_________________________________
DARLING: Of course I am.
Why shouldn't I be?
_________________________________
JIM: I just can't help worrying.
_________________________________
After all, in your condition,
alone here all day,
_________________________________
and walking that dog...
_________________________________
-"That dog"?
-"That dog"?
_________________________________
He's never called me that before.
_________________________________
Well, now, Lassie, I wouldn't worry
my wee head about that.
_________________________________
Remember, they're only humans,
after all.
_________________________________
That's right, Miss Lady.
_________________________________
As my grandpappy,
Old Reliable, used to say...
_________________________________
I don't recollect if I've ever
mentioned Old Reliable before.
_________________________________
Aye, you have, laddie.
_________________________________
-Frequently.
-Yeah.
_________________________________
But now Darling is... Well...
_________________________________
We've always enjoyed our
afternoon romp together.
_________________________________
But yesterday...
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(CLOCK ALARMING)
_________________________________
(LADY BARKING)
_________________________________
(DARLING HUMMING LULLABY)
_________________________________
(LADY CHITTERING)
_________________________________
DARLING: No, Lady. No walk today.
_________________________________
(HUMMING CONTINUES)
_________________________________
(LADY BARKING)
_________________________________
DARLING: No, Lady.
_________________________________
Not now.
_________________________________
Lady.
_________________________________
Drop that, Lady.
_________________________________
Drop it, I say.
_________________________________
It didn't hurt, really.
_________________________________
But Darling has never struck me before.
_________________________________
Now, Lassie.
Do not take it too seriously.
_________________________________
After all, at a time like this...
_________________________________
Why, yes, you see, Miss Lady,
_________________________________
there comes a time in the
life of all humans when...
_________________________________
Well, as they put it...
_________________________________
Birds and the bees?
_________________________________
Or... Well...
_________________________________
The stork? You know... No?
_________________________________
-Well...
-What he's trying to say, lassie,
_________________________________
is Darling is expecting a wee bairn.
_________________________________
-Bairn?
-He means a baby, Miss Lady.
_________________________________
Oh.
_________________________________
What's a baby?
_________________________________
JOCK: Well, 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 bellow a lot.
_________________________________
Aye, and they're very expensive.
_________________________________
You will not be permitted to play with it.
_________________________________
But they're mighty sweet.
_________________________________
And very, very soft.
_________________________________
Just a cute little bundle...
_________________________________
Of trouble.
_________________________________
Yeah. They scratch, pinch, pull ears...
_________________________________
But shucks, any dog can take that.
_________________________________
It's what they do to your happy home.
_________________________________
Move it over, will you, friend?
_________________________________
Homewreckers, that's what they are.
_________________________________
Look here, laddie.
Who are you to barge in?
_________________________________
The voice of experience, buster.
_________________________________
Just wait till junior gets here.
_________________________________
You get 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.
_________________________________
(BARKING)
_________________________________
"Stop that racket. You'll wake the baby."
_________________________________
And then...
_________________________________
Then they hit you in the room
and board department.
_________________________________
Remember those nice,
juicy cuts of beef?
_________________________________
Forget them.
_________________________________
Leftover baby food.
_________________________________
And that nice, warm bed by the fire?
_________________________________
(RUMBLING)
_________________________________
A leaky doghouse.
_________________________________
-Oh, dear.
-Do not listen, Lassie.
_________________________________
No human is that cruel.
_________________________________
Of course not, Miss Lady.
Why, everybody knows
_________________________________
a dog's best friend is his human.
_________________________________
Come on now, fellas.
_________________________________
You haven't fallen for that
old line, now have you?
_________________________________
Aye, and we've no need for mongrels
and their radical ideas.
_________________________________
Off with you, now. Off with you.
_________________________________
-Okay, Sandy.
-The name's Jock.
_________________________________
-Okay, Jock.
-Heather Lad of Glencairn to you.
_________________________________
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.
_________________________________
JIM: Uh-huh.
_________________________________
Let's see. That'll be about...
_________________________________
Oh, well.
_________________________________
JIM: Darling?
_________________________________
There isn't any way we can tell, for sure,
_________________________________
what it's going to be, is there?
_________________________________
DARLING: I'm afraid not.
Nobody ever knows for certain.
_________________________________
All we can do is hope.
_________________________________
(CLOCK CHIMING)
_________________________________
JIM: Darling, are you sure
you want watermelon?
_________________________________
DARLING: Mmm-hmm.
_________________________________
Oh, and some chopsuey, too.
_________________________________
Chopsu...
_________________________________
All right, Darling.
_________________________________
WOMAN 1:
That's the cutest thing I ever saw.
_________________________________
WOMAN 2: What darling little booties.
_________________________________
WOMAN 1: That bonnet.
WOMAN 2: Isn't it just too adorable?
_________________________________
WOMAN 3: Don't you love showers?
_________________________________
WOMAN 4: I've never seen
you look more beautiful.
_________________________________
WOMAN 5: Isn't she absolutely radiant?
_________________________________
WOMAN 6: Radiant. That's just what
I told Bill yesterday.
_________________________________
"Bill," I said, "Darling looks radiant,
positively radiant."
_________________________________
"Why, in all my days," I said,
"I've never seen anyone as radiant."
_________________________________
(MEN LAUGHING)
_________________________________
MAN 1: Jim, you look terrible.
_________________________________
MAN 2: Absolutely horrible.
_________________________________
MAN 1: I never saw you look worse.
_________________________________
MAN 3: Cheer up, Jim. Old Doc Jones
has never lost a father yet.
_________________________________
(ROARING LAUGHTER)
_________________________________
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
_________________________________
JIM: Yes, Aunt Sarah, it's a boy.
_________________________________
Uh-huh, a boy. And... What's that?
_________________________________
Eyes? What color are they?
_________________________________
Well, oh, gosh. I forgot to look.
_________________________________
A boy. It's a boy, it's a... Doctor.
_________________________________
Doctor, it's a boy.
_________________________________
DOCTOR: Yes, yes, I know.
_________________________________
JIM: A boy.
_________________________________
Oh, boy, oh, boy.
_________________________________
It's a boy, it's a boy, it's a boy.
_________________________________
SARAH: Hello? Hello, Jim?
Are you there, Jim?
_________________________________
Central, we've been cut off.
_________________________________
Hello? Hello? Hello.
_________________________________
(BABY CRYING)
_________________________________
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
_________________________________
LADY: What is a baby?
_________________________________
(SINGING) I just can't understand
_________________________________
It must be something wonderful
_________________________________
It must be something grand
_________________________________
'Cause everybody's smiling
_________________________________
In a kind and wistful way
_________________________________
And they haven't even noticed
_________________________________
That I'm around today
_________________________________
What is a baby, anyway?
_________________________________
(SINGING) What is a baby?
_________________________________
I must find out today
_________________________________
What makes Jim Dear and Darling
_________________________________
Act this way?
_________________________________
(BABY COOING)
_________________________________
(DARLING HUMMING)
_________________________________
(SINGING) Oh, my little star sweeper
_________________________________
I'll sweep the stardust
_________________________________
For you
_________________________________
Little soft fluffy sleeper
_________________________________
Here comes a pink cloud
_________________________________
For you
_________________________________
Little wandering angel
_________________________________
Fold up your wings
_________________________________
Close your eyes
_________________________________
And may love be your keeper
_________________________________
DARLING: There, now.
Little star sweeper. Dream on.
_________________________________
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
_________________________________
JIM: Well, that should do it.
_________________________________
We've got enough here to
take us halfway to China.
_________________________________
(SIGHS)
_________________________________
Darling. Darling.
_________________________________
We haven't much time.
_________________________________
DARLING: Jim, I just can't leave him.
_________________________________
He's still so small and helpless.
_________________________________
JIM: He'll be all right.
_________________________________
Now come on. If he wakes up,
we'll never get away.
_________________________________
DARLING: Jim, I feel so guilty
deserting him like this.
_________________________________
JIM: Nonsense.
_________________________________
Hey. What's the matter with Lady?
_________________________________
DARLING: She thinks
we're running out on him.
_________________________________
JIM: Don't worry, old girl.
We'll be back in a few days.
_________________________________
DARLING: And Aunt Sarah will be here.
_________________________________
-JIM: With you here to help her...
-(DOORBELL RINGING)
_________________________________
There's the old girl now.
_________________________________
Coming, Aunt Sarah. Coming.
_________________________________
SARAH: Sorry I'm late, dears.
Hope I haven't kept you waiting.
_________________________________
JIM: Let me take your things.
SARAH: No.
_________________________________
No fussing. I know my way around.
_________________________________
On your way now.
Mustn't miss your train.
_________________________________
Have a good time,
and don't worry about a thing.
_________________________________
Goodbye, dears. Goodbye.
_________________________________
JIM: Goodbye.
DARLING: Goodbye.
_________________________________
SARAH: Now to see
that big nephew of mine.
_________________________________
SARAH: Coochie-coochie-coo.
_________________________________
(SARAH CHUCKLING)
_________________________________
You adorable little...
_________________________________
Good gracious.
What are you doing here?
_________________________________
Go on, now. Scat. Get out of here.
_________________________________
There, there.
_________________________________
Aunt Sarah won't let that dog
frighten you anymore.
_________________________________
No, no, no.
_________________________________
(SINGING) Rock-a-bye baby
on the treetop
_________________________________
When the wind blows
_________________________________
(SINGING)
We are Siamese if you please
_________________________________
We are Siamese if you don't please
_________________________________
Now we looking over our new domicile
_________________________________
If we like we stay
For maybe quite a while
_________________________________
(LADY BARKING)
_________________________________
(WHOOSHES)
_________________________________
Do you seeing that thing
swimming round and round?
_________________________________
Yes.
_________________________________
Maybe we could reaching in
and make it drown.
_________________________________
If we sneaking up upon it carefully...
_________________________________
(SINGING) There will be a head for you
_________________________________
A tail for me
_________________________________
(CLATTERING)
_________________________________
(BABY CRYING)
_________________________________
Do you hear what I hear?
_________________________________
A baby cry.
_________________________________
(SINGING) Where we finding baby
There are milk nearby
_________________________________
If we look in baby buggy
There could be
_________________________________
Plenty milk for you
and also some for me
_________________________________
(LADY ROARING)
_________________________________
(SCREECHES)
_________________________________
(LADY BARKING)
_________________________________
SARAH: What's going on down there?
_________________________________
Merciful heavens. My darlings.
My precious pets.
_________________________________
That wicked animal.
_________________________________
Attacking my poor, innocent little angels.
_________________________________
SALESMAN: Good afternoon, ma'am.
What can I do for you?
_________________________________
I want a muzzle. A good, strong muzzle.
_________________________________
Yes, ma'am. Now here's our latest.
Combination leash and muzzle.
_________________________________
Now, we'll just slip it on like this,
and... No. No, no, no.
_________________________________
Nice doggy. No, don't wiggle.
_________________________________
Steady, now. Now... Now, now.
_________________________________
Careful, you little...
_________________________________
Watch out.
_________________________________
-Doggy. Careful, doggy.
-Come back.
_________________________________
Get over here, I say. Come back here.
_________________________________
(HONKING)
_________________________________
(BELL RINGING)
_________________________________
(CAN CLANKING)
_________________________________
(DOG BARKING)
_________________________________
(ROARING)
_________________________________
(INTENSE BARKING)
_________________________________
(CLATTERING)
_________________________________
(PANTING)
_________________________________
Hey, Pidge, what are you doing
on this side of the tracks?
_________________________________
I thought you...
_________________________________
Oh.
_________________________________
You poor kid.
_________________________________
We've got to get this off.
_________________________________
I think I know the very place.
_________________________________
Come on.
_________________________________
Well, here we are.
_________________________________
-The zoo?
-Sure.
_________________________________
No, no. This way. Follow me.
_________________________________
(HUMMING)
_________________________________
-Oh!
-What's the matter, Pidge?
_________________________________
-We can't go in.
-Why not?
_________________________________
LADY: The sign says...
_________________________________
-Yeah, that's the angle.
-Angle?
_________________________________
Look, we'll wait for the right...
_________________________________
Uh-oh.
_________________________________
Here we are now. Just lay low.
_________________________________
(WHISTLES)
_________________________________
(BARKING)
_________________________________
-Hey, you!
-I beg your pardon.
_________________________________
-Were you addressing...
-What's the matter? Can't you read?
_________________________________
Why, yes, in several languages.
_________________________________
A wise guy, eh?
_________________________________
All right, now,
what's this creature doing here?
_________________________________
-He's not my dog.
-He's not?
_________________________________
Go away. Get down. Go on.
Why, certainly not, Officer.
_________________________________
I suppose you'll be telling me next
it was the dog that was whistling?
_________________________________
I'm certain I don't know.
_________________________________
So, I'm a liar now, am I?
Well, you listen to me.
_________________________________
Resisting an officer of the law.
You're gonna pay.
_________________________________
Pull a knife on me, will you?
_________________________________
Trying to assassinate me, you are.
_________________________________
Carrying concealed weapons.
_________________________________
Come on, Pidge.
_________________________________
The place is ours.
_________________________________
We'd better go through
this place from A to Z.
_________________________________
Apes.
_________________________________
No, no. No use even asking them.
They wouldn't understand.
_________________________________
They wouldn't?
_________________________________
Too closely related to humans.
_________________________________
TRAMP: Alligators. Now there's an idea.
_________________________________
Say, Al, do you suppose you could
nip this contraption off for us?
_________________________________
Glad to oblige.
_________________________________
Whoa!
_________________________________
(MANIACAL LAUGHING IN DISTANCE)
_________________________________
If anybody ever needed
a muzzle, it's him.
_________________________________
BEAVER: Timber.
_________________________________
Pigeon, look out.
_________________________________
Now what harebrained idiot would...
Hey, look. A beaver.
_________________________________
There's the answer to our problem.
_________________________________
Let me see here.
_________________________________
6'6" and seven-sixteenth inches.
_________________________________
Pardon me, friend.
_________________________________
-I wonder if you'd do us a little...
-Busy, sonny. Busy.
_________________________________
Can't stop to gossip now.
_________________________________
Got to slide this sycamore
to the swamp.
_________________________________
Well, this will only take a second
of your time.
_________________________________
Only a second? Listen, sonny.
_________________________________
Do you realize every second,
70 centimeters of water
_________________________________
is wasted over that spillway?
_________________________________
-TRAMP: Yeah, but...
-Gotta get this log moving, sonny.
_________________________________
Gotta get it moving.
_________________________________
'Taint the cutting takes the time.
It's the doggone hauling.
_________________________________
TRAMP: The hauling. Exactly.
_________________________________
-Now, what you need...
-I'd better bisect this section here.
_________________________________
What you need is a log puller.
_________________________________
I said a log puller!
_________________________________
I ain't deaf, sonny. There's no need to...
_________________________________
Did you say log puller?
_________________________________
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.
_________________________________
You don't say?
_________________________________
Guaranteed not to wear, tear,
rip or ravel.
_________________________________
Turn around, sister, and show
the customer the merchandise.
_________________________________
And it cuts log-hauling time 66 percent.
_________________________________
Sixty-six percent, eh?
_________________________________
Think of that.
_________________________________
-Well, how's it work?
-Why, it's no work at all.
_________________________________
You merely slip this ring
over the limb like this
_________________________________
and haul it off.
_________________________________
Say, you mind if I slip it on for size?
_________________________________
Help yourself, friend. Help yourself.
_________________________________
Okay. Don't mind if I do.
_________________________________
How do you get the
consarned thing off, sonny?
_________________________________
Glad you brought that up, friend,
glad you brought that up.
_________________________________
To remove it, simply place the
strap between your teeth...
_________________________________
Like this?
_________________________________
Correct, friend. Now bite hard.
_________________________________
You see?
_________________________________
It's off.
_________________________________
Say, that is simple.
_________________________________
Well, friend,
we'll be on our way now, so...
_________________________________
Not so fast now, sonny...
_________________________________
I'll have to make certain it's satisfactory
_________________________________
before we settle on a price.
_________________________________
No, it's all yours, friend. You can keep it.
_________________________________
I can? I can?
_________________________________
Uh-huh.
_________________________________
It's a free sample.
_________________________________
Well, thanks a lot.
_________________________________
Thanks ever so...
_________________________________
(SPLASHES)
_________________________________
Say, it works swell.
_________________________________
LADY: But when she put
that horrible muzzle on me...
_________________________________
Say no more. I get the whole picture.
_________________________________
Aunts. Cats. Muzzles.
_________________________________
Well, that's what comes of tying
yourself down to one family.
_________________________________
Haven't you a family?
_________________________________
One for every day of the week.
_________________________________
The point is, none of them have me.
_________________________________
I'm afraid I don't understand.
_________________________________
It's simple. You see...
_________________________________
Hey.
_________________________________
Something tells me it's suppertime.
_________________________________
Come on. I'll show you what I mean.
_________________________________
Take the Schultzes here.
_________________________________
Little Fritzie, that's me, Pidge,
makes this his Monday home.
_________________________________
Monday home?
_________________________________
Ah, ja.
_________________________________
Monday's is Mama Schultz
cooking der Wiener Schnitzel.
_________________________________
Delicious.
_________________________________
Now, O'Brien's here is where little Mike,
_________________________________
that's me again, Pidge,
_________________________________
-comes of a Tuesday.
-Of a Tuesday?
_________________________________
Begorra.
_________________________________
That's when they're after having
their darling corned beef.
_________________________________
You see, Pidge, when you're
footloose and collar-free,
_________________________________
well, you take nothing but the best.
_________________________________
Hey. Tony's.
_________________________________
Of course. The very place for
a very special occasion.
_________________________________
No, this way, Pidge.
I have my own private entrance.
_________________________________
Wait here.
_________________________________
(CLANKING)
_________________________________
Just one minute. I'm a-coming. I'm...
_________________________________
What's the matter?
Somebody's making the April Fool...
_________________________________
(BARKING)
_________________________________
Hello, Butch. Where you been so long?
_________________________________
Hey, Joe, look who's here.
_________________________________
Well, what do you know? It's Butch.
_________________________________
Hey, hey, hey.
_________________________________
Joe, bring some bones for
Butchy before he eat me up.
_________________________________
Okay, Tony. Okay. Bones coming up.
_________________________________
(BARKING)
_________________________________
TONY: What's this?
_________________________________
Hey, Joe, look. Butchy,
he's got a new girlfriend.
_________________________________
Well, a son of a gun.
He's a got a cockerel Spanish girl.
_________________________________
Hey, she's a pretty sweet kiddo, Butch.
_________________________________
You take Tony's advice and
settle down with this one.
_________________________________
"This one"?
_________________________________
This one. This... Tony, you know.
_________________________________
He's a-not a-speaking
English a-pretty good.
_________________________________
Now, first we fix the table.
_________________________________
-Here's your bones, Tony.
-Okay, bones. Bones?
_________________________________
TONY: What's the matter for you, Joe?
I break your face.
_________________________________
Tonight, Butch, he gets the
best in the house.
_________________________________
JOE: Okay, Tony, you the boss.
_________________________________
Tell me, what's your pleasure?
_________________________________
A la carte? Dinner?
_________________________________
Hey, Joe.
_________________________________
TONY: Butch, he says
he wants two spaghetti speciale.
_________________________________
Heavy on the meats ball.
_________________________________
Tony, dogs don't talk.
_________________________________
-He's talking to me.
-Okay, he's talking to you.
_________________________________
You the boss.
_________________________________
(JOE SINGING)
_________________________________
Now here you are.
The best spaghetti in town.
_________________________________
(SLURPS)
_________________________________
(SINGING) For this is the night
_________________________________
It's a beautiful night
_________________________________
And we call it
_________________________________
Bella notte
_________________________________
Look at the skies
_________________________________
They have stars in their eyes
_________________________________
On this lovely bella notte
_________________________________
Side by side
_________________________________
With your loved one
_________________________________
You'll find enchantment here
_________________________________
The night will weave its magic spell
_________________________________
When the one you love is near
_________________________________
For
_________________________________
This is the night
_________________________________
And the heavens are right
_________________________________
On this lovely
_________________________________
Bella notte
_________________________________
CHOIR: This is the night
_________________________________
It's a beautiful night
_________________________________
And we call it
_________________________________
Bella notte
_________________________________
Look at the skies
_________________________________
They have stars in their eyes
_________________________________
On this lovely
_________________________________
Bella notte
_________________________________
Side by side with your loved one
_________________________________
You'll find enchantment here
_________________________________
The night will weave its magic spell
_________________________________
When the one you love is near
_________________________________
For this is the night
_________________________________
And the heavens are right
_________________________________
On this lovely
_________________________________
Bella notte
_________________________________
(ROOSTER CROWING)
_________________________________
Oh, dear.
_________________________________
Is something wrong, Pidge?
_________________________________
-It's morning.
-Yeah.
_________________________________
So it is.
_________________________________
I should have been home hours ago.
_________________________________
Why? Because you still believe in that
_________________________________
"ever faithful old dog Tray" routine?
_________________________________
Come on, Pidge.
_________________________________
-Open up your eyes.
-Open my eyes?
_________________________________
To what a dog's life can really be.
I'll show you what I mean.
_________________________________
Look down there. Tell me what you see.
_________________________________
Well, I see nice homes
with yards and fences.
_________________________________
Exactly. Life on a leash.
_________________________________
Look again, Pidge.
_________________________________
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, Pidge.
_________________________________
It's all ours.
_________________________________
It sounds wonderful.
_________________________________
But?
_________________________________
But who'd watch over the baby?
_________________________________
You win.
_________________________________
Come on. I'll take you home.
_________________________________
(MAN WHISTLING)
_________________________________
(SINGING) It's a beautiful night
_________________________________
And they call it
_________________________________
Not to change the subject, but...
_________________________________
Ever chase chickens?
_________________________________
I should say not.
_________________________________
Then you've never lived.
_________________________________
-But we shouldn't.
-I know.
_________________________________
That's what makes it fun.
_________________________________
Come on, kid.
Start building some memories.
_________________________________
But we... We won't hurt the chickens?
_________________________________
Hurt them? No.
We'll just stir them up a bit.
_________________________________
Just look at those fat, lazy biddies.
_________________________________
Why, they should've been up hours ago.
_________________________________
(CACKLING IN PANIC)
_________________________________
Some fun, hey, kid?
_________________________________
Hey, what's going on in there?
_________________________________
-What's that?
-The signal to get going. Come on.
_________________________________
(GUN FIRING)
_________________________________
-This is living, hey, kid?
-Is it?
_________________________________
Come on, Pidge. Follow me.
_________________________________
You know, there's a little bit
of bird dog in all of us, Pidge.
_________________________________
Pidge? Pidge?
_________________________________
Pidge? Where are you, Pidge?
_________________________________
Pidge?
_________________________________
Pigeon?
_________________________________
Pidge!
_________________________________
(INDISTINCT HOWLING)
_________________________________
(HOWLING IN TUNE)
_________________________________
(HOWLING CONTINUES)
_________________________________
(WHIMPERING)
_________________________________
(SNIFFING)
_________________________________
TOUGHY: Hey.
Hey, Dachsie, how we coming?
_________________________________
Just one more chorus and we're out.
_________________________________
Okay. On a downbeat.
_________________________________
One, two...
_________________________________
Put her in number four, Bill,
_________________________________
-while I check her license number.
-BILL: Okay.
_________________________________
All right, baby, in here.
_________________________________
Well, well, look yous guys,
Miss Park Avenue herself.
_________________________________
Blimey.
_________________________________
A regular blooming debutante.
_________________________________
Yeah, and pipe the crown jewel
she's wearing.
_________________________________
Hey, what are you in for, sweetheart?
Putting fleas on the butler?
_________________________________
(CHORTLING)
_________________________________
All right, all right, you guys.
Lay off, will you?
_________________________________
What's the matter, Peg?
_________________________________
We was only having
a bit of sport, we was.
_________________________________
Can't you see the poor kid's
scared enough already?
_________________________________
Pay no attention, my little ochi chernye.
_________________________________
That's right, dearie.
They don't mean no real harm.
_________________________________
It's like Gorky says in Lower Depths,
_________________________________
"Miserable being must find
more miserable being.
_________________________________
"Then he's happy."
_________________________________
Boris is a philosopher.
_________________________________
Besides, little bublichki,
wearing license here,
_________________________________
that is like waving,
you should excuse the expression,
_________________________________
red flag in front of bull.
_________________________________
My license? But what's wrong with it?
_________________________________
There ain't nothing wrong
with it, dearie.
_________________________________
Confidential, there's not one dog here
_________________________________
who would not give left hind leg
for such a knick-knack.
_________________________________
That's your passport to freedom, honey.
Without it...
_________________________________
Hey. Hey, yous guys, look.
_________________________________
Poor Nutsy is taking the long walk.
_________________________________
LADY: Where is he taking him?
_________________________________
Through the one-way door, sister.
_________________________________
You... You mean he's...
_________________________________
Oh, well. A short life and a merry one.
_________________________________
Yeah, that's what the
Tramp always says.
_________________________________
-The Tramp?
-Now there's a bloke
_________________________________
what never gets caught.
_________________________________
He's given the slip to
every dogcatcher in this burg.
_________________________________
You won't believe this, dearie,
but no matter how tight a jam he's in,
_________________________________
that Tramp always finds some way out.
_________________________________
I can quite easily believe that.
_________________________________
But remember, my friends,
even Tramp has his Achilles' heel.
_________________________________
Pardon me, amigo.
What is this "chili heel"?
_________________________________
Achilles' heel, Pedro.
_________________________________
This is meaning his weaknesses.
_________________________________
The dames. Yeah.
_________________________________
He has an eye for a
well-turned paw, he has.
_________________________________
BULL: Let's see. There's been Lulu.
_________________________________
Yeah, and Trixie.
_________________________________
Und Fifi.
_________________________________
And my sister,
Rosita Chiquita Juanita Chihuahua.
_________________________________
I think.
_________________________________
What a dog.
_________________________________
Yeah. Tell us about it, Peg.
_________________________________
What a dog.
_________________________________
Peg used to be in the
Dog and Pony Follies.
_________________________________
(SINGING) He's a tramp
_________________________________
But they love him
_________________________________
Breaks a new heart every day
_________________________________
He's a tramp
_________________________________
They adore him
_________________________________
And I only hope he'll stay that way
_________________________________
He's a tramp
_________________________________
He's a scoundrel
_________________________________
He's a rounder
_________________________________
He's a cad
_________________________________
He's a tramp
_________________________________
But I love him
_________________________________
Yes, even I have got it pretty bad
_________________________________
You can never tell
_________________________________
When he'll show up
_________________________________
He gives you plenty of trouble
_________________________________
I guess he's just a no 'count pup
_________________________________
But I wish that he were double
_________________________________
He's a tramp
_________________________________
He's a rover
_________________________________
And there's nothing more to say
_________________________________
If he's a tramp
_________________________________
He's a good one
_________________________________
And I wish that I could travel his way
_________________________________
Wish that I could travel his way
_________________________________
Wish that I could travel his way
_________________________________
Yeah.
_________________________________
But he never takes them serious.
_________________________________
But someday he is meeting
someone different.
_________________________________
Some delicate, fragile creature
_________________________________
who's giving him a wish
to shelter and protect.
_________________________________
Like Miss Park Avenue here, matey?
_________________________________
Could be.
_________________________________
-But when he does...
-Yeah. I'm way ahead of you.
_________________________________
Under the spell of true love...
_________________________________
The poor chump grows careless...
_________________________________
The Cossacks are picking him up...
_________________________________
And it's curtains for the Tramp.
_________________________________
(CELL CLICKS)
_________________________________
It's the little cocker, Bill. In number four.
_________________________________
Okay.
_________________________________
All right, baby.
They've come to take you home.
_________________________________
BILL: You're too nice a girl
to be in this place.
_________________________________
Courage, man. Courage.
_________________________________
But I've never even
considered matrimony.
_________________________________
Nor I.
_________________________________
But no matter which of us she accepts,
_________________________________
we'll always be the best of friends.
_________________________________
Now remember,
_________________________________
not a word about
her unfortunate experience.
_________________________________
-We don't want to hurt her feelings.
-Yeah. Yeah.
_________________________________
JOCK: Lassie.
_________________________________
Miss Lady, ma'am.
_________________________________
Please, I don't want to see anybody.
_________________________________
Now, now, Lassie.
Don't feel that way about it.
_________________________________
Of course not, Miss Lady.
_________________________________
Why, some of the finest people
I ever tracked down
_________________________________
-were jailbirds.
-Quiet.
_________________________________
You great loony.
_________________________________
Please, Lassie.
_________________________________
We've come with a proposition
for helping you.
_________________________________
Help me? What do you mean?
_________________________________
Well, now...
_________________________________
You see, Lassie,
_________________________________
Neither of us is as young
as we used to be.
_________________________________
But we're still in the prime of life.
_________________________________
Aye.
_________________________________
And we've both got
very comfortable homes.
_________________________________
That's right. Where we know
_________________________________
you'll be welcome
and appreciated, Miss Lady.
_________________________________
So, to come directly to the point...
_________________________________
If you could find it possible to...
_________________________________
to, uh...
_________________________________
You're both very kind,
and I do appreciate it.
_________________________________
-But...
-TRAMP: Oh, Pigeon.
_________________________________
Oh, Pidge... Hi, boys.
_________________________________
Anything new in the kennel club set?
_________________________________
(CHUCKLES)
_________________________________
A little something
I picked up for you, Pidge.
_________________________________
Looks like I'm the one
that's in the doghouse.
_________________________________
If this person is annoying you,
Miss Lady...
_________________________________
We'll gladly throw the rascal out.
_________________________________
That won't be necessary. Thank you.
_________________________________
Very well, ma'am.
_________________________________
You... You mongrel!
_________________________________
Come on, Pidge.
_________________________________
It wasn't my fault.
_________________________________
I thought you were
right behind me. Honest.
_________________________________
When I heard they'd
taken you to the pound...
_________________________________
Don't even mention that horrible place.
_________________________________
I was so embarrassed and...
_________________________________
-And frightened.
-Now, now.
_________________________________
Who could ever harm
a cute little trick like you?
_________________________________
Trick? Trick.
_________________________________
-That reminds me, who is Trixie?
-Trixie?
_________________________________
And Lulu and Fifi and Rosita Chiquita...
_________________________________
-Whatever her name is.
-Chiquita...
_________________________________
Yes. Well...
_________________________________
As far as I'm concerned,
you needn't worry about your old heel.
_________________________________
My heel?
_________________________________
I don't need you
to shelter and protect me.
_________________________________
-But...
-If you grow careless, don't blame me.
_________________________________
I don't care if the Cossacks
do pick you up. Goodbye.
_________________________________
And take this with you.
_________________________________
(LADY SOBBING)
_________________________________
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
_________________________________
(GRUNTING)
_________________________________
(BARKING)
_________________________________
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
_________________________________
Stop that.
_________________________________
Hush, now, hush.
_________________________________
Stop that racket.
_________________________________
TRAMP: What's wrong, Pidge?
_________________________________
-A rat.
-Where?
_________________________________
Upstairs, in the baby's room.
_________________________________
-How do I get in?
-The little door on the porch.
_________________________________
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
_________________________________
(GROWLS)
_________________________________
(RAT SQUEAKS)
_________________________________
(THUDS)
_________________________________
(BABY CRYING)
_________________________________
Merciful heavens.
_________________________________
You poor little darling.
_________________________________
No, no, no.
Thank goodness you're not hurt.
_________________________________
You vicious brutes. Back. Get back.
_________________________________
Go on. Get back.
_________________________________
The pound. The pound, that's it.
I'll call the pound.
_________________________________
(BARKING)
_________________________________
Come here, you. Come here.
_________________________________
Come on, come on. Come along.
I'll call them this minute.
_________________________________
I won't sleep a wink
with that brute in the house.
_________________________________
(DOOR BANGS)
_________________________________
SARAH: Hello? Hello.
_________________________________
I don't care if you are
alone there, young man.
_________________________________
I insist you pick him up immediately.
_________________________________
JIM: Darling, look.
_________________________________
SARAH: If you want my advice,
you'll destroy that animal at once.
_________________________________
MAN: Don't worry, ma'am.
_________________________________
We've been after this one for months.
We'll take care of him.
_________________________________
DARLING: What do you suppose...
JIM: Say, what's going on here?
_________________________________
MAN: Just picking up a stray, mister.
_________________________________
Come on, giddap.
_________________________________
Caught him attacking a baby.
_________________________________
-Good heavens.
-My baby.
_________________________________
JIM: Aunt Sarah.
DARLING: Aunt Sarah. Aunt Sarah!
_________________________________
JIM: Aunt Sarah.
DARLING: Aunt Sarah.
_________________________________
I was certain he was no good the
moment I first laid eyes on him.
_________________________________
Yeah, but...
_________________________________
I never thought he'd do a thing like that.
_________________________________
SARAH: Thank goodness
I got there in time. There they were...
_________________________________
JIM: No, I'm sure
there must be some mistake.
_________________________________
I know Lady wouldn't...
_________________________________
SARAH: Watch out. That dog's loose.
Keep her away.
_________________________________
JIM: Nonsense.
She's trying to tell us something.
_________________________________
What is it, old girl?
_________________________________
(BARKING)
_________________________________
JIM: What are you try...
Darling, Aunt Sarah, come here.
_________________________________
DARLING: What is it, Jim?
_________________________________
A rat.
_________________________________
A rat?
_________________________________
We should've known.
_________________________________
I misjudged him.
_________________________________
Badly.
_________________________________
TRUSTY: Come on.
We got to stop that wagon.
_________________________________
But, man, we don't know
which way they've gone.
_________________________________
We'll track them down.
_________________________________
And then?
_________________________________
We'll hold them. Hold them at bay.
_________________________________
(SNIFFING)
_________________________________
Now what?
_________________________________
The scent. Follow the scent.
_________________________________
(SNIFFING CONTINUES)
_________________________________
Let's face it, man.
_________________________________
We both know you've
lost your sense of smell.
_________________________________
(HOWLING)
_________________________________
(TRUSTY HOWLING)
_________________________________
Go on, get out of here.
_________________________________
Go on, get away.
_________________________________
MAN: Easy. Go on, get away.
_________________________________
Watch it now. Watch it.
_________________________________
(HONKING)
_________________________________
(SCREECHES)
_________________________________
Hi, Pidge.
_________________________________
(WHIMPERING)
_________________________________
JIM: All right, everybody,
watch the birdy.
_________________________________
Steady, now.
_________________________________
Hold it.
_________________________________
I guess I used a little too much.
_________________________________
Darling, visitors.
_________________________________
DARLING: Visitors?
_________________________________
Why, it's Jock.
_________________________________
And good old Trusty.
_________________________________
Careful now, man.
_________________________________
Careful. It's a wee bit slippery.
_________________________________
Yes, yes.
_________________________________
JIM: All right, boy. We'll let them in.
_________________________________
DARLING: No, no, not you, young man.
_________________________________
You're going to take a nap.
_________________________________
JIM: Well, Merry Christmas.
_________________________________
Come in. If you'll just
step into the parlor,
_________________________________
I'll see about refreshments.
_________________________________
Darling, where did you
put the dog biscuits?
_________________________________
The box Aunt Sarah sent for Christmas.
_________________________________
DARLING: In the kitchen, Jim Dear.
_________________________________
No doubt about it.
_________________________________
They've got their mother's eyes.
_________________________________
Aye.
_________________________________
But there's a bit of their
father in them, too.
_________________________________
Well, and I see you
finally acquired a collar.
_________________________________
Yes.
_________________________________
Complete with license.
_________________________________
Yeah, a new collar.
_________________________________
Caught the scent the moment
I came in the house.
_________________________________
Trusty, I says,
_________________________________
Trusty, somebody's wearing
a new collar.
_________________________________
'Course, my sense of smell
is very highly developed.
_________________________________
Runs in the family, you know.
_________________________________
There'll be no living with him
from now on.
_________________________________
As my grandpappy,
Old Reliable, used to say...
_________________________________
I don't recollect if I've ever
mentioned Old Reliable before.
_________________________________
ALL: No, you haven't, Uncle Trusty.
_________________________________
I haven't?
_________________________________
Well...
_________________________________
As Old Reliable used to say... He'd say...
_________________________________
He'd say...
_________________________________
Doggone.
_________________________________
You know,
_________________________________
I clean forgot what it
was he used to say.
_________________________________
CHOIR: Peace, my children
_________________________________
Of goodwill
_________________________________
Peace, my children
_________________________________
Peace
_________________________________
Be
_________________________________
Still
_________________________________
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