Air Buddies

Rosebud:
Don't pull his paw!

Bud-dha:
Be one with the ball.

B-Dawg:
I might need a pooper-scooper.

Bud-dha:
I'm meditating. I'm absorbing positive energy.

Budderball:
I'd positively like to absorb a Pop-Tart.

Budderball:
Sweet dreams about cookies, and candy, and ice cream, and cookies. Did I mention cookies?

[Grim's watching "101 Dalmatians" at the drive-in as the puppies' shadows are covering the screen]

Grim:
I don't remember this part! Giant puppies attack Cruella De Vil! Oh, my goodness! Go, giant puppies!

Mudbud:
[rolling in the mud] Oh yeah! This is my kind of camouflage!

Bud-dha:
Mudbud, I've got bad news. You're about to take a bath.

Mudbud:
Dude, I'm already clean! I just took a mud bath!

Bud-dha:
On a positive side, there is no soap.

Budderball:
Do you guys smell that? I must be smell-ucinating!

Sniffer:
That was all before Molly moved in across the street, and Buddy fell head over tail in love with her. It was enough to make my heart skip a beat.

Mrs. Niggles:
Cleanliness is next to godliness.

Bud-dha:
Mrs. Niggles is finding her inner peace. She's falling asleep.

Budderball:
I don't know about my inner peace, but I want a piece of that pie!

Bud-dha:
Chasing someone with a stick? That's not baseball; that's hockey.

B-Dawg:
What's the 4-1-1?

Mudbud:
They finished billing us to different families!

B-Dawg:
I bet there was a bidding war for me.

Mudbud:
They're taking us to our new homes tomorrow!

Rosebud, Bud-dha, B-Dawg, Budderball:
Tomorrow?

Budderball:
But tomorrow's taco night!

Denning:
Do you mind not violating Highway Code 401?

Grim:
Just wanna see why dogs like it.

Grim:
[sees the Buddies run by] There's more of them! [referring to Buddy and Molly] They multiplied?

Rosebud:
Sniffer? More like Snorer!

Denning:
[as the puppies bark] That's it. Call your mommy.

Grim:
[on his cell phone] Hello, Mom? It's me, Grim.

Denning:
No, not you! The puppies!

Bud-dha:
Running away from our troubles isn't going to solve our problems.

Mudbud:
Yeah, but at least we'll all still be together.

Bud-dha:
That's an astute observation.

Bud-dha:
True north is the way to go.

B-Dawg:
Bro, I'm glad you were paying attention when Noah was taking his geography class.

Bud-dha:
I think that was Dalai in Llama.

Mudbud:
Dude, he's a goat.

Rosebud:
You speak doggy?

Billy:
I'm fluent in horse, cow, chicken, pig and rooster. I even know a little mouse.

Grim:
[looks into a movie projector] Denning, I see a light. Are we dead?

Grim:
You tricked me!

Denning:
Something hit me!

Grim:
Something else is gonna hit ya!

Denning:
Those are our puppies! They're not as cute as you are dumb!

Grim:
Well, they are cute.

Belinda:
Oycottbay aconbay.

Wilma:
No matter how far from home you stray, the love you hold is here to stay.

Rosebud:
I am puppy! Hear me roar!

Bud-dha:
I'm sensing true north is this way.

B-Dawg:
Well then, your sensing compass is busted, Dawg, cause we just came from that way!

B-Dawg:
Do we really have to go in there?

Rosebud:
Don't tell me you're a fraidy cat.

B-Dawg:
Them is fighting words! I ain't no furball spitter!

Budderball:
Can we stop for lunch?

B-Dawg:
Why don't you stop thinking about your stomach for once?

Mudbud:
Why don't you stop thinking about yourself for once?

Spinkel:
The cabinet is 200 years old, and that is not dog years!

Wolf:
Even though we may feel alone, we never are.

Sniffer:
I'm bum-tuckered out. I'm just gonna stand guard here... maybe catch a few Z's.

Budderball:
That's the wierderdest grape juice ever!

B-Dawg:
Sure. Send B-Dawg out as the decoy. I don't remember drawing the shortest straw.

B-Dawg:
It's not the size of the puppy in the game, it's the size of the game in the puppy.