[Horns Honking] [Dogs Barking] [singing]
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear Jenny, happy birthday to you!
Don't forget to make a wish, Jennifer.
[Fagin Laughing] [Barking]
All right, anybody want some cake? [Einstein barks.] Okay, Einstein, but not the whole thing.
[Buscando Guayaba on Boom Box]
You got it now, baby! Yeah, left foot, right foot. All right! Check it out! There you go. Relax, hey.
He's cheating!
Body slam!
Murder him! Twist his arm!
Whoa!
Foxworth residence. [gasps] Mr. Foxworth!
Body slam him now!
Shh-shh-shh! [shushing Fagin] My goodness. You're back tomorrow? Oh, she'll be :so surprised to see you. [hangs up] Y-Yes, goodbye, sir.
All right. Get 'im! Get 'im!
Hit him! Come on! Murder him! Get him!
All right, you got 'im! Pick him up! Hold 'im there!
Ta-da! I believe that's a ten spot, old sport.
Now, where is that cheque-book? Oh, look at the time. Well, heh-heh, we better be goin'.
Indeed.
Francis, Rita, Tito, vamonos! The streets are calling!
Now, Jennifer, have we forgotten anything?
Oh yeah. Thanks, everyone! The gifts were great. Bye, Mr. Fagin, and thank you.
Oh, bye-bye, Jenny. Come on, boys! [Chuckles] It's time for us to go.
Alonzo, darling, could I see you for a moment... privately?
Privately? [Sniffs] Ooo!
Coming, Alonzo?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! You guys beat it. Uh, my baby and I, we gotta talk.
You know, you're not so bad for a bug-eyed little creep. With a little grooming...
Grooming? Uh... [Nervous Chuckle]
That's it! We'll start with a bath.
Bath?
Let's go!
[Engine Backfires]
Bye-bye.
Oh, Oliver, we shall meet again.
Hey, see ya 'round, kid.
Goodbye, you guys.
Aiee-hee! Hey Dodger, man! Do you see her anywhere?
Hey, whoa!
Man! I can't keep this woman off me! Man, I gotta get away from that chick...
Alonzo! Alonzo-o-o!
Hey, whoa, kid. Do you think you can handle the champ?
Sure.
Hey! You're okay... for a cat. We'll keep a spot open for ya in the gang... vice president, uptown chapter. Later, kid. [leaves the Foxworth residence and starts singing] Why should I worry?
Bye-bye! Bye!
Tell me why should I care
What a delightful scoundrel.
Say, I may not have a dime, oh, but I got street savoir faire
Why should we worry / Why should we care / We may not have a dime / But we've got street savoir faire
Why should we worry [Siren Wailing] Why should we care / It's just be-bopulation / We got street savoir faire / Uhh-uhh-uhh-umm
Whoo-hoo-hoo
The rhythm of the city / Boy, once you get it down / Then you can own this town
You can wear the crown / Why should we worry / Why should we care / It's just doo-wopulation / We got street savoir faire / Why should we worry / Why should we care / And even when we cross that line / We got street savoir faire
