Widow Tweed
Tod! [Amos shoots his gun, but misses Tod] Amos Slade, you trigger-happy lunatic! Give me that gun! [takes Amos' gun and angrily shoots the radiator of Amos' truck, which hisses]
Amos Slade
My radiator! Why, you blasted female. I'll... I'll...
Widow Tweed
Hold it right there!
Amos Slade
Watch it! That thing's loaded!
Widow Tweed
Now it ain't loaded! [tosses the empty gun back to Amos, who throws it into his truck]
Amos Slade
Dagnabbit, woman! Your thieving fox was after my chickens!
Widow Tweed
Rubbish and poppycock! I don't believe it. He wouldn't hurt a thing.
Amos Slade
You calling me a liar, you muddleheaded female? I saw it happen!
Widow Tweed
Amos Slade, that temper of yours is going to get you into a lot of trouble someday.
Amos Slade
Temper? Temper, woman? You ain't seen my temper! [throws his hat to the ground and stomps on it] If I ever catch that fox on my property again, I'll blast him! And next time, I won't miss!
Widow Tweed
Poor little tyke. It's a shame I have to keep him cooped up. Tod, stop looking at me like that. It's not my fault, you know. You caused a lot of trouble yesterday. Oh, now what are they up to? Why, it looks like Amos is going on a hunting trip. A long one, from the looks of it. Hmm. Well, good riddance!
Amos Slade
Doggone meddling female, shooting up my radiator! Dad blame it. [kicks his truck in the front] Get going! [his truck finally works right] There. Well, that's more like it. Keep running, old girl. Well, Copper, me and old Chief are gonna teach you all about hunting. Yes, sir. It's about time too. Attaboy. Yeah, you're gonna like tracking down those varmints for me.
Chief
Uh-uh. Get in the back, half-pint. You gotta earn your right to sit up front.
Amos Slade
Well, boys, we're getting out of here till next spring.
Big Mama
Tod, honey, what are you doing over here?
Gee, I just wanted to say goodbye to Copper, but I'm too late.
Big Mama
Well, what did you plan to do if you ran into old Chief?
Ah, Chief. I can outfox that dumb old dog anytime.
Big Mama
Tod, now hold it just one minute. Didn't you learn anything yesterday? Now you listen good, because it's either education or elimination. Now if you're so foxy and old Chief's so dumb, then why does that hound get the fox on the run? 'Cause he's got the hunter, and the hunter's got the gun. Ka-bam! Elimination. Lack of education. If you pal around with that Copper hound, you'll wind up hanging on the wall. Keep your nose to the wind and you'll keep your skin 'cause you won't be home when the hunter comes to call.
Oh, Big Mama, I know Copper would never track me down. Why, old Copper, he's my best friend.
Big Mama
Your best friend. Now, Copper's gonna do what he's been told. Supposed to chase the little old fox into the old foxhole, then along comes the hunter with a buckshot load.
Boomer
Ka-ka-ka-bam!
Big Mama
Elimination.
Dinky
Lack of education.
Big Mama
You better believe it, Tod. Yes, sirree!
You mean Copper is gonna be my enemy?
Dinky
Hey! Kid, you better step over here and take a good look.
Why, that's awful. Those poor things.
Big Mama
I'm sorry, Tod. Honey, Copper's gonna come back a trained hunting dog. A real killer.
Oh, no, not my friend Copper. He won't ever change.
Big Mama
I hope you're right, Tod.
And we'll keep on being friends forever, won't we, Big Mama?
Big Mama
Darling, forever is a long, long time, and time has a way of changing things.
