- CHORUS SINGERS: (SINGING) This is the night. It's a beautiful night. And they call it bella notte. Look at the skies. They have stars in their eyes. On this lovely bella notte. So take the love of your loved one. You'll need it about this time. To keep from falling like a star. When you make that dizzy climb. For this is the night. And the heavens are right. On this lovely bella notte. On this lovely bella notte.
(In the whole history of the world there is but one thing that money can not buy, to wit- the wag of a dog's tail Rush Billings So it is to all dogs- be they LADIES or TRAMPS that this picture is respectfully dedicated-)
- Singer: Silent as the snowflake in the night Holy is the spirit of this night All the world is calm And peaceful All the world is bright and joyful Spirit of love And child of peace Love unending That shall not cease Peace, my children Of goodwill Peace, my children Peace, be still
(It's Christmas day of the year 1910 and a very special one for a young couple because it's their first one together. Jim Dear hands his wife, Darling, a gift box tied with a big ribbon.)
Jim: (giving Darling a present) It's for you, Darling. Merry Christmas.
Darling: Oh, Jim Dear, it's the one I was admiring, isn't it? Trimmed with ribbons?
(As Darling opens the present, a puppy with a red bow whimpers)
JIM DEAR: Uh, well, it has a ribbon. (the box is opened and appears to be a puppy)
Darling: Oh, how sweet!
(Lady licks Darling on a cheek.)
Jim: You like her, darling?
Darling: Oh, I love her. What a perfectly beautiful little lady.
(The night has come, and Lady must go to bed, but she doesn't like her bed)
- Jim: Come on, Lady. Over here. That's a girl. There now. A nice little bed for you.
- Darling: But, Jim dear, are you sure she'll be warm enough?
Jim: Why, of course, darling. She'll be snug as a bug in a...(realizing) Uh-oh. Almost forgot something. (Jim lays the newspaper on the floor for Lady when she was going to use the bathroom.) There. (And after that, Jim turns the light off.) Good night, Lady. (to Darling) Now, now. Don't worry darling. She'll go right to sleep. (But Lady follows them) No, no Lady. There is where you belong. Right here. (Jim puts her in the basket again, but she follows them yipping)
- Darling: Ah, look she's lonesome. Don't you think, maybe, just for a night?
- Jim: Now darling, if we are going to show her whose master we must be firm from the very beginning. (he puts Lady in the basket once more but now, to be sure she's not going to follow them again, he puts a chair in front of the door, so, in this way Lady must be stay in her place. She whimpers loud) Lady, stop that now. Stop it. (whimpering resumes howling) Lady quiet now. Do ya hear me? Back to bed. Quick now. Not one more sound.
(It's two o'clock in the morning and Lady is scraping, trying to escape. She goes upstairs and finds her new bedroom. She whimpers there.)
- Darling: Jim dear.
- Jim: (groans Lady whimpers and howls again)
- Darling: Aw Jim.
- Jim: Hmm? What? What? Oh! (yawning) Oh, all right. But remember, just for tonight. (he puts Lady on the bed)
(Time passes and we see Lady sleeping in the same place of the bed, but she's a puppy no more. Cock crowing. Lady opens her eyes. It's a new day. She says good morning to her masters. They must be awaken)
- Jim: (yawning) All right Lady. All right. I'm up. I'm up Lady. Oh no!
- Darling: What's wrong Jim? What is it?
- Jim: Can't you explain to Lady about Sundays?
(Meanwhile, Lady goes downstairs to do her daily homework.)
(Lady notices a rat. She sees the rat near the house and goes after it)
(Lady chased after the rat but it ran further away.)
(She hears the bicycle ring belling. Lady catches the paper.)
(It's breakfast time. We see Jim trying to read the paper with an enormous hole in the middle.)
Jim: Have you notice Darling, since we've had Lady we see less and less of those disturbing headlines?
Darling: Yes. I don't know how we ever got along without her.
Jim: She must be about six months old. We'd better be getting her a licence.
(Scene changes. Darling is opening a box for Lady. There's her licence inside.)
Darling: Hope it fits. My, but it does look nice. So grown up. Won't Jock and Trusty be surprised?
(Another dog named Jock hiding a bone in his secret place.)
Jock: Four steps ahead then turn to the left
And right to the place I marked it
With the bonny, bonny bone
That I'll bury for me own
In my bonny, bonny bank
In the backyard
Ah that's a great sight
Lady: Jock. (Jock hears Lady and sits on top of his pile of bones.) Oh, Jock. (walks up to him) Hello, Jock.
Jock: Oh, it's you, lassie.
Lady: Notice anything different.
Jock: You had a bath.
Lady: No, not that.
Jock: You've had your nails clipped?
Lady: Mmm-mm. Guess again.
Jock: Well, I-I wouldn't be a knowin' then. Why lassie a bonny new collar.
Lady: Do ya like it?
Jock: Aye. (sniffs the licence) Hmm, they must be very expensive. Have you guys shown it to Trusty?
Lady: No.
Jock: We'd best go at once. You know how sensitive he is 'aboot' these things.
(Trusty's house. He is snoring and whimpering in dreams.)
Lady: He's dreaming.
Jock: Aye, dreaming of those bonny bygone days when he and his grandfather were trackin' criminals through the swamps.
Lady: They were?
Jock: That was before...
Lady: (interrupting) Before what?
Jock: 'Tis time you knew the truth lassie. It shouldn't happened to a dog but, well, Trusty lost his sense of smell.
Lady: No!
Jock: Aye! But we must never let on that we know lassie. It would break his poor heart.
Trusty: (he is sniffing in dreams and looking for a "criminal" -in fact, a little striped caterpillar-, and wakes up when he tops with his friends) Uh, which way did he go? Which way did he go?
Jock: Go?
Trusty: Yeah, big fella. About, six foot two. No, uh, three. Wore a stripped suit. No collar. Why, Miss Lady, you have a collar.
Lady: (nods) Mmm-hmm and a licence.
Trusty: My, my, how time does fly.
Jock: Aye. It seems only yesterday she was cuttin' her teeth... on Jim Dear's slippers. (Lady walks up to Trusty's bowl and licks in it while looking at her reflection wearing her new collar.) And now, there she is, a full-grown lady.
Trusty: Wearin' the greatest honor man can bestow.
Jock: The badge of faith and respectability.
Trusty: That's right, Miss Lady. As my grandpappy, Ol' Reliable used to say...I don't recollect that I've mentioned Ol' Reliable before?
Jock: Aye, you have, laddie. Frequently.
Trusty: Oh. yeah.
Lady: Oh, it's Jim Dear. Please excuse me.
Jim Dear: Hello there, Lady. Come on, beat ya home. (They both race towards the house and Lady arrives first.) Ah, you win again. (He gives Lady a treat which she balances on her nose.) Steady now. Steady. Well, what have we here?
Jim Dear: Oh, big girl now, huh? All right. Oh, ladies first. You know, darling, with Lady here I'd say life is quite complete.
Daring: Yes, dear. I don't imagine anything could ever take her place in our hearts.
(In an old railway station we discover a dog named Tramp, sleeping until a train's whistle makes him open his eyes. He yawns and stretches before heading to a puddle where he drinks it and soaks from the dripping water which Tramps shakes off.)
- Tramp: Ah, what a day! Well, now to dig up some breakfast. (He walks through his neighbourhood and finally stops in front of a pets animal shop's window.) Oh. Humm. Cute little rascals. Coochie, coochie, coochie coo Chuckles Now that breakfast. Let's see. Bernie's? Hmm? No. Francois? No, no nope. Too much starch. Ah Tony's. That's it. Haven't been there in a week.
(We hear a man singing in Italian)
Joe: And the call it bella notte' (Tramp scratches in the door) Well buongiorno, Butch. You want your breakfast, eh? Okay. The boss, he save a some a nice a bones for you. Breakfast a coming up from a left field. Ha-ha, good catch!
(Our friend is taking his breakfast when he hears a wagon stops so close. It's the dog pound wagon which two dogs named Bull and Peg are in.)
Dog Catcher: Whoa, boy, whoa.
(He puts and advertisement in the wall which reads as follows: Warning. Notice hereby given that any unlicensed dog will be immediately impounded. By order of City Council)
Tramp: Hey. Psst. Psst.
Bull: Ha, ha, ha Blimey. Look, Peg. It's the Tramp.
Tramp: Shh.
Peg: Hiya, handsome. Come to join the party?
Tramp: All right, all right. No time for wisecracks. I've got to get ya out. I'm telling ya the pressure's really hot. Signs all over the town.
Peg: Gee, thanks.
Bull: You're a bit of all right, chum.
Tramp: Okay, okay. Now, get going.
Dog Catcher: Hey, what's going on over there!?
Tramp: Scream! And be careful!
(He's hidden under the wagon and when the man appears he bits his leg)
Dog Catcher: What you mangy mutt. Hey, let go! Let go of me!
(Tramp runs away in the opposite direction and distracts the man)
Tramp: Well, snob hill, ha. (He is in Lady's neighborhood) Hi gals. (to the pigeons which they fly away) How's pickings? Pretty slim, eh? Yeah. I'll bet they've got a lid on every trash can. Uh-oh. And a fence around every tree. I wonder what the leash and collar set does for excitement.
Jock: (Jock and Trust arrives in front of Lady's House.) Lassie! Lassie!
Trusty: Oh, Miss Lady, ma'am! (Jock looks for Lady and found her feeling rather distaught.) Miss Lady!
Jock: Ah, good mornin', lassie. 'Tis a bonny, braw, bright day, uh, today.
Trusty: Why, Miss Lady, is, uh, somethin' wrong?
Jock: Aye, tell us, lassie. If somebody's been mistreatin' ya...
Lady: Oh, no, Jock. It's something I've done, I guess.
Trusty: You?
Lady: It must be. Jim Dear and Darling... are acting so...
(Lady, Jock, and Trusty turns towards the window where they see Darling place a flower in flower pot on the ledge.)
- Trusty: Jim Dear and Darling?
- Jock: Hush, man!
(They head towards a greenhouse.)
Jock: Now, lassie, get on with the details.
Lady: Well. I first noticed it the other day when Jim Dear came home.
(A flashback starts and we see Lady looking out the window and spots Jim Dear comes before running out the door to him.)
Jim Dear: Down, Lady. Down! (Lady noticed something wrong and runs out the porch only for Jim Dear walk past her.) Darling? Darling, are you all right?
Darling: Of course I am. Why shouldn't I be?
(Lady runs into through the back door on the porch and through the house.)
Jim Dear: Well, I just can't help worrying. After all... in your condition, alone here all day, walking that dog.
(This shocked Lady as the flashback ends.)
Jock: "That dog"?
Trusty: "That dog"?
Lady: He's never called me that before.
Jock: Well, now, lassie, I wouldn't a-worry my wee head about that. Remember, they're only humans after all.
Trusty That's right, Miss Lady. Uh, as my grand pappy, Old Reliable, used to say, um... Don't recollect if I've ever mentioned Old Reliable before.
Jock Aye, you have, laddie, uh, frequently.
Trusty: Oh, yeah.
Lady: But now Darling is... Well, we've always enjoyed our afternoon romp together. But yesterday...
(Another flashback starts as Lady carries a leash to Daring who was sewing baby socks as Lady tries to get her attention but Darling takes the leash away.)
Darling: No, Lady. No walk today.
(She continues sewing as Lady grabs a ball which Darling also takes away.)
Darling: No, Lady. Not now. (Lady grabs a ball of yard.) Lady! Drop that, Lady! (Lady runs with it until Darling struck her.) Drop it, I say!
(The flashback ends)
Lady: It didn't hurt really. But Darling has never struck me before.
Jock: Now, lassie, do not take it too seriously. After all, at a time like this...
Trusty: Why, yes. You see, Miss Lady... there comes a time in the life of all humans when, uh... Well, as they put it, uh, the birds and the bees. Or, well, uh, the stork. You know? Uh, no? Well, uh...
Jock: What he's trying to say, lassie, is... Darling is expecting a wee bairn.
Lady: Bairn?
Trusty: He means a baby, Miss Lady.
Lady: Oh. What's a baby?
(Tramps walks by the front gate until he sees Lady, Jock, and Trusty's conversation.)
Jock: Well, they, 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 "beller" a lot.
Jock: Aye. And they're very expensive. You'll not be permitted to play with it.
Trusty: But they're mighty sweet.
Jock: And very, very soft.
Tramp: Just a cute little bundle...(Lady, Jock, and Trusty turns towards Tramp as he enters the yard.) of trouble. Yeah. They scratch, pinch, pull ears. (Jock and Trusty looks at each before giving an angry glare at Tramp.) Aw, but, shucks, any dog can take that. It's what they do to your happy home. (He pushes Jock to the side.) Move it over, will ya, friend?
Tramp: Home wreckers, that's what they are.
Jock: Look here, laddie! Who are you to barge in?
Tramp: The voice of experience, buster. Why, just wait till junior gets here. You get the urge for a nice, comfortable scratch (Trusty scratches himself) and... "Put that dog out! He'll get fleas all over the baby".You start barking at some strange mutt. (Tramp barks in front of Jock) "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?
(A beef in a dog bowl appear as Lady licks her lips as the beef in the bowl turns into baby food.)
Tramp: Forget 'em. Leftover baby food. (A fireplace appears which Lady rests near.) And that nice, warm bed by the fire? (Then turns into a doghouse leaking as it thunderstorms) A leaky doghouse.
Lady: Oh, dear!
Jock: Do not listen, lassie. No human is that cruel.
Trusty: Of course not, Miss Lady.Why, everybody knows a dog's best friend...is his human.
Tramp: Oh, come on now, fellas. Oh, you haven't fallen for that old line now, have ya?
Jock: Aye, and we've no need for mongrels and their radical ideas. Off with ya, now! Off with ya! Off with ya!
Tramp: Okay, Sandy.
Jock: The name's Jock.
Tramp: Okay, Jock.
Jock: Heather Lad O' Glencairn to you!
Tramp: Okay, okay, 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.
(Lady is astonished and worried as the scene turns to one where Jim Dear is scheduling when the baby will arrive.)
Jim Dear: Aha! Now Let's see. That'll be about...Oh well. (he marks all the month of April)
(In the baby's room Jim Dear is pounding a flag with word Yale on)
Jim Dear: Darling. There isn't any way we can tell for sure what's is going to be, is there?
(Lady thinks about Tramp's warning a lot during the next months)
Darling: I'm afraid not. Nobody ever knows for certain she's writing a list of different names All we can do is... hope.
(In a freeze January night, Jim Dear has to go out which watches from a small room after hearing Jim come down the stair from her dog bed. He opens the door and blowing snow comes in until Jim closes the door.)
Jim Dear: Darling? Are you sure you want watermelon?
Darling: Mm-hmm. And some chop suey too!
Jim: Chop suey! Oh! All right Darling!
(February. A party. The house is full of people chattering and laughing as the attend a baby shower.)
Woman #1: That's the cutest little thing I ever saw.
Woman #2: And that bonnet! Isn't it just adorable?
Woman #3: Don't you just love showers?
Woman #4: Darling, I've never seen you look more beautiful.
Woman #5: Isn't she absolutely radiant?
Woman #6: Radiant! Why, that's just I told Bill yesterday!
Woman #7: Bill -I said- Darling looks radiant, positively radiant.
Woman #8: Why, in all my days -I said- I've never seen anyone as radiant as Darling.
(Lady abandons the room and goes where men are. But the situation is similar.)
Man #1: Jim, you look terrible!
Man #2: Absolutely horrible!
Man #3: I never saw ya look worse.
Man #4: Cheer up, Jim. Old Doc Jones has never lost a father yet!
(April. A raining night)
Jim: (At the phone) Yes Aunt Sarah, it's a boy! U-Uh a boy! What's that? Eyes? Oh, what colour are they? Well, oh gosh! I-I forget to look! he forgets the phone and runs A boy! It's a boy! It's a Doctor! Doctor it's a boy!
Doctor: Yes, yes, I know.
Jim: Aha, a boy! Oh boy, oh boy. It's a boy. It's a boy!
Aunt Sarah: (at the phone) Hello, hello Jim? Are you there Jim? Central, central, we've been cut off. Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello?
(A Bright new day. A baby's crying.)
Lady's Voice: 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
(Jim Dear happily stolls down the stairs holding a tray with a glass baby bottle.)
Lady: (speaking) What is a baby, anyway? (back to singing)
Oh, what is a baby?
I must find out today
what makes Jim Dear and Darling
act this way.
(She enters in the baby's room, so quietly. Darling has in her arms the baby and is singing a lullaby.)
Darling: La, la lu La, la luoh, my little star sweeperI'll sweep the stardust for youLa, la lu La, la lu
little soft fluffy sleeper
here comes a pink cloud for you
La, la lu
La, la lu
Little wandering angel
fold up your wings, close your eyes
La, la lu
La, la lu
And may love be your keeper
La, la lu
La, la lu
La, la lu (speaking) There now, little star sweeper, dream on.
(Lady wants to see the baby, but she doesn't want to disturb, but Jim and Darling help her. Now Lady is happy again. We see her wagging her tail joyfully. Jim packs a suitcase as he and Darling were leaving for a trip.)
Jim: Well that should do it. We got enough here to take us halfway to China. 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: But Jim I feel so guilty deserting him like this.
Jim: Nonsense. (Lady runs in front of them) Hey, what's the matter with Lady?
(Lady is angry with them)
Darling: She thinks we're running out on him.
Jim: Aww, don't worry. my old girl. We'll be back in a few days.
Darling: Aunt Sarah will be here.
(Lady smiles. She understands they are not leaving alone their baby)
Jim: With you here to help her. (Door's bell) There's the old girl now. Coming Aunt Sarah! Coming!
Aunt Sarah: Sorry I'm late dears. Hope I haven't kept you waiting.
Jim: Here, let me take your things.
Aunt Sarah: No, 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 dear. Goodbye, goodbye.
Darling: Goodbye!
Jim: Goodbye!
(She closes the door leaving Lady outside, but she enters by her own door, and goes upstairs to the baby's room)
Aunt Sarah: And now to see that big nephew of mine. Coochie, coochie, coochie, coochie. Oh you adorable little...(gasps) God gracious! What are you doing here? Go on now. Shoo, shoo. Scat. Get out of here! Lady has to go out and the baby starts to cry There, there. Aunt Sarah won't let that dog frighten you anymore. No, no, no, no, dear. (Off of the key) Rock a bye a baby on the treetop. When the wind blows
(Lady goes downstairs so sad. She was not going to do any harm the baby. She passes in front of a basket which opens a little to show two pair of cats named Si and An. One of them uses her tail to get Lady's attention and comes out.)
Si and Am: We are Siamese if you please. We are Siamese if you don't please. Now we lookin' over our new domicile. If we like we stay for maybe quite a while
(Lady chases after them. They make a vase on the piano spill.)
Si: Do you seeing that thing swimming round and round?
Am: Yes. Maybe we could reaching in and make it drown if we sneaking up upon it carefully. There will be a head for you, a tail for me
Si: Do you hear what I hear?
Am: A baby cry. (singing) Where we finding baby, there are milk nearby
Si and Am: If we look in baby buggy, there could be
Am: Plenty milk for you and also some for me
(They have been trying to eat the bird and the fish but Lady stops them. The fight and break a lot of things making too much noise. When Aunt Sarah appears the cats simulate they have been hurt by Lady.)
Aunt Sarah: What's going on down there? (sees Si and Am pretending to be hurt and gasped) Merciful heavens! My darlings, my precious pets! Oh, that wicked animals attacking my poor innocent little angels.
(Aunt Sarah assumes that Lady has attacker her two cats gratuitously and has Lady muzzled)
(Scene changes. We see Aunt Sarah with Lady enter in a pet store. She wants to buy a muzzle)
Pet Store Owner: Good afternoon, ma'am. What can I do for you?
Aunt Sarah: I want a muzzle. A good, strong muzzle.
Pet Store Owner: Uh, 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, no. Nice doggy. No, no, don't wiggle. Uh, steady now. Now, now, now.Careful, you little...
Aunt Sarah: Watch out!
Pet Store Owner: Doggy! Careful, doggy! - Come back. Come back here, I say! Come back here.
(Lady runs through the street pass a few cars, a carriage, a bike, and a trolly car. She runs into a pile of trash and a can gets caught on the leash which causes some stray dogs to chase her. Tramp noticed as the vicious dogs corners Lady down an alley. Tramp appears and fights the dogs before they run off.)
Tramp: Hey, Pidge, what are you doing on this side of the tracks? I thought you... Wha... Ah, you poor kid. Oh, we've gotta get this off. I think I know the very place. Come on. (They arrive at a zoo where a Police Officer twirling his billy club was walks back and fort.) Well, here we are.
Lady: The zoo?
Tramp: Sure! No, no. This way. Follow me.
Lady: Oh!
Tramp What's the matter, Pidge?
Lady: We can't go in?
Tramp: Why not?
Lady: Well, the sign says... (While looking at a no dogs allowed sign)
Tramp: Yeah, well, well that's... That's the angle.
Lady: Angle?
Tramp: Look, we'll just wait for the right... (He spots a professor reading his book heading out the gates) Uh-oh. Here we are now. Just lay low.
(Tramp sneaks behind the officer and whistles before he barks)
Policeman: Hey, you!
Professor: Uh, I beg your pardon. Were you addressing me?
Policeman: What's the matter? Can't you read?!
Professor: Well, yes, several languages.
Policeman: Oh, a wise guy, eh? All right, now, what's this creature doing here?!
(Tramp growls and growls angrily at the Policeman.)
Professor: He's not my dog. (Tramp jumps into Professor's arms and licks his face which annoys him)
Policeman: Oh, he's not, eh?
Professor: (annoyed) Let go! Go away! Get down! Go on! (pushes Tramp off) Why, certainly not, officer.
(Tramp picks up the book and the annoyed professor snatched it.)
Policeman: Aye, I suppose you'll be telling me next that it was the dog that was whistling, eh?
Professor: I'm certain I don't know.
Policeman: Oh, so, I'm a liar now, am I?! Will you listen to me?! (Tramp tugs onto the professor's suit which caused it to rip off) Aha! Resisting an officer of the law! Oh, you going to pay! (Tramp bites him on the rear end) Oww! Pull a knife on me, will you?! Trying to assassinate me, you are! Carrying a concealed weapons!
[the zoo security guard's and the professor's fight makes some nearby elephants, lions, and giraffes think the zoo security guard and the professor both have gone crazy, as they watch the fight from their exhibits]
Tramp: [continues barking, then to Lady] Come on, Pidge. The place is ours.
[he enters the zoo with Lady, as the zoo security guard and the professor continue fighting]
Tramp: We'd better go through this place from A to Z. Apes. No, no, no, no. No use even asking them.
[one of the apes in their cage scratches his head at the two dogs, while the other two both look at the audience]
Tramp: They wouldn't understand.
Lady: They wouldn't?
Tramp: Uh-uh. Too closely related to humans. Uh-oh! Alligators. Now, there's an idea! [to an alligator about the muzzle] Say, Al? Do you suppose you could nip this contraption off for us?
Al the Alligator: Glad to oblige. [Opens his mouth wide to the point where Lady's entire head can fit in it]
Tramp: Whoa, WHOA! [An alligator nearly, and accidentally, bites Lady's head off, but the Tramp saves her at the last second and the hyena laughs hysterically in his cage at both Lady and Tramp] Huh! If anybody ever needed the muzzle is here.
Beaver: [off-screen] TIMBER!
Tramp: Hey, Pigeon! Look out! [the tree falls over close to the two dogs] Now, what fur-brains idiot would-? [notices a beaver chewing on the tree] Hey, look! It's a beaver! Here's the answer to our problem!
Ash: Are you sure this is gonna work?
Beaver: [inspects the tree] Let me see here... 6 foot 6 and 7/16 inches.
Tramp: Uh... Pardon me, friend! I wonder if you'd do us the little...
Beaver: Busy, sonny! Busy! You wanna take to gossip now. [tries to push the tree] Gotta slide this sycamore to...the swampy river.
Tramp: Yeah, well, this will only take a second of your time.
Beaver: Only the second!? L-Listen! Listen, sonny! Do you realize every second 70 centimeters of water is wasted over that spillway?! [points to his unfinished dam]
Tramp: Yeah, but...
Beaver: Gotta get this log movin' sonny. Gotta get it movin' That the cuttin' takes the time. It's the doggone haulin.
Tramp: The haulin. Exactly. Now, what you need is...
Beaver: Better bisect this section here.
Tramp: What you need is a log puller. (then noticed the beaver was gnawing again, raising his voice) I SAID A LOG PULLER!!
(The beaver blinked rapidly and scratched the inside of his ear.)
Beaver: I ain't deef, sonny. There's no need to... (notices what Tramp told him) Did you say log puller?
Tramp: And, by a lucky coincidence, you see before you modelled by the lovely little lady, (stepped aside to show the beaver Lady still trapped like he was a game show host offering prizes) the new improved, patented, handy dandy, never fail, little giant long puller. The busy beaver's friend.
Beaver: You don't say!
Tramp: Guaranteed not to wear, tear, rip or ravel. Turn around sister and show the customer the merchandise.
(Lady showed the beaver, trying to model. She really wanted this to be over with.)
Tramp: And it cuts logs hauling time 66%.
Beaver: 66%, eh? (chuckles) Think of that! Well, how's it work?
Tramp: Why, it's no work at all. You merely slip this ring over the limb, like this, and haul it off.
Beaver: Say you mind if I slip it on for size.
Tramp: Help yourself, friend!
Beaver: Okay, don't mind if I do. How do you get the concerned thing off, sonny?
Tramp: Glad you brought that up, friend. To remove it, simply place the strap between your teeth.
Beaver: Like this?
Tramp: Correct friend. Now, bite hard! Ya see?
(The beaver nodded and bit hard. It was so hard, the muzzle was finally off, freeing Lady.)
(Lady brushed her nose and smiled)
Lady: It's off!
Ash Ketchum: Well, what do you know?
Beaver: Say, that is simple.
Tramp: Well, friend, we'll be on our way now, so...
(Tramp was about to walk off with the heroes)
Beaver: Uh-uh-uh, not so fast now, sonny. I'll have to make certain it's satisfactory before we settle on a price.
Tramp: Oh no, it's all yours, friend. You can keep it.
Beaver: Uh. I can huh? I can?
Lady: Uh-huh, it's a free sample.
(Tramp looks at Lady, feeling victorious and glad they helped him sell the muzzle leash to the beaver.)
Beaver: Well, thanks a lot! Thanks ever so...
(The dogs and heroes were long gone once the beaver rolled down the hill with his log now attached with him. The beaver felt great once he got his log in place of his dam. Now, he could celebrate!)
Beaver: Say! It works swell!
Lady: But when she put that horrible muzzle on me...
Tramp: Oh, say no more. I get the whole picture. Aunts, cats, muzzles. Well, that's what comes of tying yourself down to one family.
Lady: Haven't you a family?
Tramp: One for every day of the week. The point is, none of them have me.
Lady: I'm afraid I don't understand.
Tramp: It's simple. You see... Hey! Something tells me it's supper-time. Come on. I'll show you what I mean. Now take the Schultzes here. Little Fritzie... That's me, Pige. Makes this his Monday home.
Lady: Monday home?
Tramp: Ach, ja! Mondays is Mama Schultz cooking der wiener schnitzel. Delicious! Now, O'Briens here is where little Mike... Sure and that's me again, Pige. Comes of a Tuesday.
Lady: Of a Tuesday?
Tramp: Begorra and that's when they're after havin' that darlin' corn beef. You see, Pige, when you're footloose and collar-free...ah, 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.
- Just-a one-a minute. I'm a-comin'. I'm a...
- What's-a matter? Somebody's a-makin' the April fool with...
- Oh, hello, Butch!
- Where you been-a so long? Hey, Joe, look who's here.
- Well, what do ya know? It's-a Butch-a.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, Joe.
- Joe, bring-a some bones for Butch-a before he eat-a me up.
- Okay, Tony. Okay. Bones a-comin' up-a.
- What's this?
- Hey, Joe! Look-a. Butch, he's got a new girlfriend.
- Well, a-son of a gun! He's-a got a cocker Spanish a-girl.
- Hey, she's pretty sweet kiddo, Butch.
- You take-a Tony's advice and a-settle down with this-a one, eh?
- - "This-a one"? - This-a one. This-a one. Oh!
- Tony, you know, he's-a not-a speak-a English a-pretty good.
- Now, first-a we fix-a the table.
- Here's your bones, a-Tony.
- Okay, bones... Bones!
- What's the matter for you, Joe? I break-a your face-a.
- Tonight, Butch-a, he's a-get a-best in-a house!
- Okay, Tony. You the boss.
- Now, tell me, what's your pleasure?
- A la carte? Dinner?
- Aha! Okay. Hey, Joe.
- Butch-a, he says he wants-a two spaghetti especialle.
- Heavy on-a meats-a-ball-a.
- Tony, dogs a-don't a-talk.
- - He's a-talkin' to me! - Okay, he's a-talkin' to you.
- You the boss! Mamma mia!
- Now, here you are-a, the best-a spaghetti in-a town.
- 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
- 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
- Oh! Oh, dear.
- - Is something wrong, Pige? - It's morning.
- Yeah. So it is.
- I should've been home hours ago.
- Why? Because you still believe in that "ever faithful old dog trey" routine?
- - Ah, come on, Pige. Open up your eyes. - Open my eyes?
- To what a dog's life can really be. Show ya 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, Pige.
- 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, Pige.
- It's all ours.
- It sounds wonderful.
- But?
- But who'd watch over the baby?
- You win.
- Come on. I'll take ya home.
- It's a beautiful night
- And they call it bella...
- Not to change the subject, but, uh, ever chase chickens?
- - I should say not. - Oh, ho. Then you've never lived!
- - But we shouldn't. - I know. That's what makes it fun.
- Aw, come on, kid. Start building some memories.
- But we, we won't hurt the chickens?
- Hurt 'em? No. We'll just stir 'em up a bit.
- Just look at those fat, lazy biddies. They should have been up hours ago.
- Some fun, eh, kid?
- Hey, what's goin' on in there?
- - What's that? - That's the signal to get going.
- Come on!
- - This is living, eh, kid? - Is it?
- Come on, Pige, follow me.
- You know, there's a little bit of bird dog in all of us, eh, Pige? Pige? Pige?
- Pige? Where are ya, Pige?
- Pige?
- Pigeon?
- Oh, Pige!
- Hey, hey, Dachsie, how we comin'?
- 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.
- Okay.
- All right, baby, in here.
- Well, well, look youse guys, Miss Park Avenue herself.
- Blimey, a regular bloomin' "debutante".
- Yeah, and pipe the crown jewel she's wearin'.
- Yeah. What ya in for, sweetheart?
- Puttin' fleas on the butler?
- All right, all right, you guys. Lay off, will ya?
- Ah, what's the matter, Peg?
- We was only havin' a bit of sport, we was.
- Well, can't you see the poor kid's scared enough already?
- Pay no attention, my little "orchechornya".
- That's right, dearie. They don't mean no real harm.
- Is like Gorky says in lower Dapts.
- Quote: "Miserable being must find more miserable being.
- Then is happy". Unquote.
- 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 nothin' wrong with it, dearie.
- Confidential. Is not one dog here would not give left hind leg for such a knick-knack.
- That's your passport to freedom, honey. Without it...
- Hey. Hey, hey, youse guys, look.
- Poor Nutsy is takin' the long walk.
- - Where is he taking him? - Through the one-way door, sister.
- You, you mean he's...
- Oh, oh, well, a short life and a merry one.
- Yep, that's what the Tramp always says.
- - The Tramp? - There now, there's a bloke what never gets caught.
- He's given the slip to every dog catcher 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.
- Ah, 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, uh, weaknesses.
- Oh, oh, the dames! Yeah!
- He has an eye for a well-turned paw, he has.
- 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.
- He's a tramp but they love him
- Breaks a new heart everyday
- 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 - Boom ba-boom, ruff
- - He's a rover - Boom ba-boom, ruff
- -And there's nothing more to say - Boom ba-boom, ruff
- 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 'em serious.
- Ah, but some day he is meeting someone different...
- some delicate, fragile creature...
- who is giving him a wish to shelter and protect.
- Like Miss Park Avenue here, eh, matey?
- Mmm, could be. But when he does...
- Yeah, I'm way ahead of ya. Under the spell of true love...
- The poor chump grows careless.
- The Cossacks are picking him up.
- And it's curtains for the Tramp.
- It's the little cocker, Bill, in number four.
- Okay.
- All right, baby, they've come to take you home.
- You're too nice a girl to be in this place.
- Courage, man. Courage.
- But I-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.
- - You don't want to hurt her feelings. - Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Lassie.
- Miss Lady, ma'am.
- Please, I don't want to see anybody.
- Now, now, lassie, Do not feel that way about it.
- Of course not, Miss Lady.
- Why, some of the finest people I ever tracked down were jail birds.
- Quiet, you great loony!
- Uh, please, lassie, uh, we've come...
- with a-a proposition for helping' ya.
- 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, so to come directly to the point...
- If you could, uh, find it possible...
- to, uh, to, uh, to, uh...
- You're both very kind, and I do appreciate it, but...
- Oh, Pigeon! Oh, Pige...
- Oh! Hi, boys.
- Anything new in the kennel club set?
- Little something I picked up for ya, Pige.
- Looks like I'm the one that's in the doghouse.
- If this person is annoyin' you, Miss Lady...
- We'll gladly throw the rascal out!
- That won't be necessary. Thank you.
- Very well, ma'am.
- You, you mongrel!
- Ah, come on, Pige. It wasn't my fault.
- I thought you were right behind me. Honest!
- - When I heard they'd taken you to the pound... - Oh!
- Don't even mention that horrible place.
- I was so embarrassed and, and frightened.
- Oh, now, 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 ch... Oh! Oh, yes, well, I can explain...
- - 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. - Yes, but, but, but...
- If you grow careless, don't blame me. And I don't care if the Cossacks do pick up you.
- goodbye!
- And take this with you!
- Stop that!
- Hush now! Hush!
- Stop that racket!
- What's wrong, Pige?
- - A rat! - Where?
- Upstairs, in the baby's room.
- - How do I get in? - The little door on the porch.
- Merciful heavens!
- Oh, you poor little darling. Now, now, now, now, now.
- Thank goodness you're not hurt. You, you vicious brutes!
- Back! Get back!
- Go, go on! Get back! Now, the pound! The pound!
- That's it. I'll call the pound.
- Come here! Come here!
- Come on, come on. Come along! I'll call them this minute.
- Couldn't sleep a wink with that brute in the house.
- Hello! Hello!
- I don't care if you are alone there, young man.
- I insist you pick him up immediately.
- Darling, look!
- And if you want my advice, you'll destroy that animal at once.
- Don't worry, ma'am. We've been after this one for months.
- We'll take care of him.
- - Well, what do you suppose... - Say, what's going on here?
- Just pickin' up a stray, mister. Come on, get up!
- - Caught him attackin' a baby. - Good heavens!
- - My baby! - Aunt Sarah!
- Aunt Sarah! Aunt Sarah!
- - Aunt Sarah! - Aunt Sarah!
- I was certain he was no good the moment I first laid eyes on him.
- Yeah, but, uh...
- I never thought he'd do a thing like that.
- Thank goodness I got there in time. There they were, crib overturned...
- Oh, I'm sure there must be some mistake. I know Lady wouldn't...
- Watch out! That dog's loose! Keep her away!
- Nonsense! She's trying to tell us something.
- What is it, old girl?
- What are you trying... Darling, Aunt Sarah, come here.
- - What is it, Jim? - Ah! A rat!
- A rat?
- We should've known.
- I misjudged him badly.
- Come on. We got to stop that wagon.
- But, man, we do not know which way they've gone.
- We'll track 'em down.
- - And then? - We'll hold 'em, hold 'em at bay.
- - Now what? - The scent. Follow the scent.
- Ach, let's face it, man.
- We both know you've lost your sense of smell.
- Go on! Get outtalk here! Go on, you, get away!
- Go on, you, get away! Watch it now. Watch it! Watch it!
- Hi, Pige.
- (WHIMPERING)
- (HOWLING MOURNFULLY)
- All right, everybody, watch the birdie.
- Steady now.
- Hold it.
- I guess I used a little too much.
- Uh-oh. Darling.
- - Visitors. - Visitors?
- Why, it's Jock.
- And good old Trusty.
- Careful now, man. Careful.
- - It's a wee bit slippery. - Yes, yes.
- All right, boy, we'll let 'em in.
- Oh, no, not you, young man. You're going to take a nap.
- Well, Merry Christmas! Come in! Come in!
- If you'll just step into the parlor, I'll see about refreshments.
- Oh, darling, where did you put the dog biscuits?
- You know, the box Aunt Sarah sent for Christmas.
- In the kitchen, Jim dear.
- Oh, no doubt about it. They've got their mother's eyes.
- Aye.
- But there is a bit of their father in 'em, too.
- Well, and I see you finally acquired a collar.
- Oh, yes, complete with license.
- Oh, yeah, a new collar.
- Caught the scent the moment I came in the house.
- "Trusty", I says, "Trusty, somebody's wearin' a new collar".
- Of course, now...
- my sense of smell is very highly developed.
- Runs in the family, you know.
- There'll be no livin' with him from now on.
- As my grand pappy, Old Reliable, used to say...
- I don't recollect if I've ever mentioned Old Reliable before.
- No, you haven't, Uncle Trusty.
- Huh? I haven't?
- Well, uh, as Old Reliable used to say...
- He'd say, uh, uh... He'd say, uh, uh...
- Dog gone.
- You know, I clean forgot what it was he used to say.
- Peace, my children
- Of good will
- Peace, my children
- Peace
- Be still