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The Fox and the Hound 2

The Fox and the Hound 2 quotes

34 total quotes

Amos Slade
Lyle Snodgrass

View Quote (looks interested) Oh, Dixie, you ain't mad over little joshing, are you?
View Quote Cash: (describing Dixie under his breath) Voice like an angel...with looks to match.
Granny Rose: Oh, please.
View Quote Copper: (hearing the Singin' Strays rehearsing) There's that sound again. Sounds pretty good.
Tod: Sounds like somebody got their tail stuck in a door.
View Quote Copper:Oh, Cash, I don't ever want to see Todd or Chief again.
Cash:Well, of course, you don't. It's just us hound dudes from here on in.
View Quote Dixie: (after getting whacked by a loose floorboard) Darn this one-horse, two-bit, free-timing fair!
Cash: Now, Dixie, it ain't like it smacked your singing. Can we get back to rehearsing, please?
Dixie: I refuse to work under these conditions.
Granny Rose: Uh-oh. Here we go.
Cash: Well, I'll tell you what, Dixie. You rehearse, and afterwards I'll give that piece of wood a good ol' talking-to.
Floyd: I got two bones on Dixie.
Waylon: I'll cover that.
Dixie: It just so happens I am a professional, and my standards...
Cash: Oh, now Dixie, darling, you put on that same old record every day. Ain't it just about wore out by now?
Dixie: You have some nerve talking to me that way, Cash. If your ear were any more tin, they could can beans with it.
Cash: Well, you listen to me, Miss Fancy Tail. In a couple of days, we will be in front of that talent scout from the Grand Old Opry.
Dixie: I get possibly maimed for life, and all you can talk about is the Grand Old Opry?
Cash: Oh, now, Dixie...
Dixie: I'll be in my trailer.
Cash: Darling, we got a show to do. You can't just walk...
(Dixie left)
Cash: ...away.
Dixie: Just what do you think you're doing?
Cash: A little audience participation. And that kid wowed em!
Dixie: Kid? What kid?
Copper: Bye, Mr. Cash.
Cash: (laughs) That kid.
Granny Rose: Little critter was heaven-sent.
Dixie: That sang my lead?
Cash: Oh, no. He didn't just sing it. He sang it.
Dixie: You don't mean to tell me that that wet-behind-the-ears puppy could ever take my place in a band.
Cash: I didn't say that. Although he does have that refreshing, blooming youth about him.
Dixie: (taking this as a comment about her appearance) (gasps) Just what exactly are you saying?
Cash: Well what do you think I'm saying?
Dixie: You'd better not be saying what I think you're saying.
Cash: I think you know what I think I'm saying.
Dixie: I think you'd better know that what you're saying isn't what I think you're saying.
Cash: Why do you always...
Dixie: Only 'cause you never...
Cash: What if I said to you...
Dixie: You know what I say?
Cash: Ooh! You know, this is just like the time when you...
Dixie: (stammering) You'd better not bring that up.
Cash: Hmph! Well, I think we've both been perfectly clear.
Dixie: Ooh, perfectly. I quit!
Cash: Huh?
View Quote Dixie: Well, there you go, Cash. You just got what you always wanted.
Cash: Well maybe I had it all along.
Dixie: (eyes widen) Well, what are you saying?
Cash: Well, what do you think I'm saying?
Dixie: Well, you'd better be saying what I think you're saying.
Cash: Well, I think you know what I'm saying is what you think I'm saying.
Dixie: Well, I thought you'd never ask.
View Quote Dixie: Well, there's more than one way to skin a cat.
(Zelda clears her throat)
Dixie: Uh, no offense.
View Quote Olivia Farmer: Hi, there.
Winchell P. Bickerstaff: (laughing) Well, who are you?
Olivia Farmer: Olivia Farmer, designated chaperone to Winchell P. Bickerstaff, talent scout from the Grand Old Opry. That's you.
Winchell P. Bickerstaff: Ahem. Chaperone, huh?
Olivia Farmer: I'm working to get my community service merit badge.
Winchell P. Bickerstaff: Well, that's quite admirable, little lady.
Olivia Farmer: Then I'll have more than Sally Ann Merrybaum. (angrily) Thinks she's so great.
View Quote Olivia Farmer: Wasn't he amazing, the way he ate fire, Mr. Bickerstaff? (looking up at his face, which is out of view of the camera) Maybe you shouldn't have stood so close.
Winchell P. Bickerstaff: (coughs as his face is singed) Now you tell me.
View Quote Widow Tweed: (chuckles) You're going to lose your head one of these days, Amos Slade.
Amos Slade: It's my head, woman!
View Quote Widow Tweed: Amos Slade, I told you to keep your beast away from my Tod! That mangy hound of yours just cost me a bucket of milk!
Amos Slade: (dragging himself out of the pigpen) Your fox was after my chickens, Tweed! What do I care about your milk?
Widow Tweed: Well, as long as you're wasting my milk, you may as well have some pie to go along with it.
(Copper, Tod and Chief cringe at what's about to happen)
Amos Slade: What the dickens are you...
(Widow Tweed throws the pie in his face; Tod comes back to Tweed while Amos looks angrily at Copper)
Amos Slade: Bad dog, Copper! You are a very bad dog!
(Copper whimpers sadly)
View Quote Zelda: Honey, I don't blame you for feeling hurt.
Dixie: Hurt? What do you mean by that? You think Cash could hurt me?
(Zelda gives Dixie a skeptical look)
View Quote (discussing a cricket)
Copper: There you are, Tod.
Tod: Shh. I found one.
(peering through grass)
Copper: No way! Look at the size of that thing.
Tod: Sure is ugly.
Tod: Hey Cooper?
Copper: What!
Tod: Look rally car (laughs) He-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Copper: It's a monster!
Tod: I can smell its evil breath from here. (sniffs)
Copper: No, uh, that's me. I had socks for lunch.
Tod: Ugh!
Tod & Copper: (laughs) Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
View Quote [Cash is trying to apologize to Dixie after she quit]
Cash: Oh, Dixie, you ain't mad over a little joshing are ya? I was only teasing you. You know how I feel about you.
Dixie: Yeah, you have a lousy way of showing it! [slams the bus door]
Cash: I am trying to kiss and make up here. Now, won't you please accept my apology?
Dixie: Blow it out your ear! [slams the bus door again]
Cash: Alright, you diva dog, but I'm in charge of this band, and ain't no one's indispensable!
Dixie: You're in charge? [laughs] Which one of us is in the driver's seat?
Cash: Now, listen, you-- ! [Dixie slams the bus door on Cash's nose and mouth] Now you've got me riled.
Dixie: Ok!
Cash: Hey, Dixie.
Dixie: You come crawling back.
Cash: Oh, uh, by the way, you can't quit, you're fired.
Dixie: Oh! What?! You can't fire me! I already quit! Cash, you get back-- [the door slams on her nose and mouth; just like Cash earlier] Now you've got me riled.
View Quote (commenting on Copper's howl) I must be going deaf. I said howl!