Most scenes together: Roscoe and DeSoto & Roscoe (3)
It's not? It's NOT?! Well WHY not?! What's the problem, Spot? Not good enough for you? I mean, do you even know who I am? [lowers voice] 56 blue ribbons. 14 regional trophies. [right at Dodger] SIX-TIME NATIONAL CHAMPION!!!
Oh, good show, Einstein. Now all we need is the court and the net.
NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! [to Francis, who is eating chocolates in her bed] And YOU. Tubby. OFF THE BED! [sees Einstein sniffing her perfume] Get away from there, you-- [gets some blown in her face] All right, that does it, you yo-yos clear off, AND I MEAN NOW!!! [like a damsel in distress] WIN-STON! Bark! Bark!
What do you mean? You start with the knuckles. [as Fagin and Dodger enter] Ah, Fagin! Do come in, I'll be right with you. [on the phone] Yeah. No, you don't kill him yet. Hmm? Yeah. And then, what's, what's the last thing you do? You put on the cement shoes. [laughs] Yeah. Yeah, yeah, that's right. Come on, hey, don't worry about it. [slams down the phone, scaring Fagin] So, Fagin! Did we bring something green and wrinkly to make me happy?
All right, all right, knock it off! ENOUGH! What is the matter with you guys?! [dogs stops and looked at him] Don't you understand? Sykes will be here any minute, and I don't have... [dogs joyfully running to their master] No, no, no, no!
Now listen up: you've got a lot to learn, / and if you don't learn, you don't eat./But if you're tough, an' always use yo' head, / you'll feel right at home on the street. / When you've got talent, everything is free. / Watch how we do things: Ooh, I'll guarantee / You're gonna see, how - the best survive. / We make an art, out - of stayin' alive. / If you do just as you're told, / these are streets of gold!. Ev'ry bouleva'd, is: a Miracle Mile. / We take the town, and, we take it with style! / If you play it brave an' bold, / these are streets of gold!.
The rhythm of the city: once you get it down, then you can own this town; then you can wear the cro-ow-ow-own! Why should I worry? Tell me: why should I care? I may not have a dime, but I got street savoir-faire.
Why should I worry? Tell me: why should I care? I may not have a dime, but I got street savoir-faire.
Hey, I don't eat cats, too much fur!
Absatively, posilutely!
Absitively posolutely!
Ah! It's an alien!
