Oliver & Company

Tito:
It's hard to watch anything when you're being barbecued, man.

Tito:
Hey, man, if this is torture, chain me to the wall.

Oliver:
So when are we gonna eat?

Dodger:
We?

Oliver:
Yeah. I'm starvin'.

Dodger:
Listen, kid. I hate to break it to ya, but the dynamic duo is now the dynamic *uno*.

Oliver:
What do ya mean?

Dodger:
What I mean is, our partnership is herewith dissolved.

Oliver:
But, wait! Wait. You're not being fair!

Dodger:
Fairs are for tourists, kid. Consider it a free lesson in street savoir faire from New York's coolest quadruped. Check ya later.

Oliver:
Wait! I helped you get those!

Dodger:
Absitively posolutely!

Winston:
I know you're growing attached to the little fellow, but do try to understand. Your parents left me responsible for you.

Jenny:
They won't mind. Really.

Winston:
Rise and shine, Georgette. Your public awaits.

Dodger:
You wanna leave? Fine! There's the door.

Einstein:
But he just got here.

Dodger:
Go on. No one's stoppin' ya.

Tito:
Hey, man, you're ugly! And you're uglier than him! And you're Ugly, Part Three! Hey, you're Revenge of the Ugly!

Francis:
My name is Francis. Fran-cis. Not Frank. Not Frankie. Francis.

Fagin:
My days are numbered, and the number is three.

Dodger:
Whoa! Chill out, man. I don't eat cats. It's too much fur.

Fagin:
I don't wanna put any undue pressure on you, but as you march off to do your duty, I want you to keep one thing in mind. Dead men do not buy dog food!

Dodger:
[to Oliver when they first meet] Hey, I don't eat cats, too much fur!

Dodger:
Consider this a free lesson in street savoir faire from New York's coolest quadruped. Check ya later!

Rita:
We gotta clean you up, child, and get you some on-the-job trainin'.

Georgette:
56 blue ribbons. 14 regional trophies. 6-time national champion!

Sykes:
Three sunrises. Three sunsets. Three days, Fagin.

Roscoe And Desoto:
Roscoe: I haven't lost my sense of humor! (kicks Fagin's TV set, destroying it) See? I find that funny. (chuckles)

Roscoe And Desoto:
DeSoto: I like cats. I like to eat 'em.

Roscoe And Desoto:
Roscoe: What's the occasion? Come to rescue your little friend?

Roscoe And Desoto:
DeSoto: Say goodbye, Francis.

Rita:
Well, what is it? [Francis gives an "I don't know" gesture]

Tito:
Hey, man, check it out. [sniffs the cloth, but Oliver scratches him on the nose] Aye, it's an alien!

Rita:
Cool it, guys, it's just a cat.

Tito:
Mi madre, un gato!

Francis:
Felis domesticus!

Rita:
Now how did you find this place, cat?

Oliver:
I followed this dog…

Tito:
He's lying! He's lying! He's lying! He's lying!

Rita:
[kicks Tito] Shut up, Tito!

Francis:
Why would a cat follow a dog?

Einstein:
Yeah?

Oliver:
I just wanted some of the sausages I helped him get…

Tito:
He's a spy, man! Come on, let's eat him! You're dead meat, kitty!

Oliver:
But I saw him come down! Say, that's him! Over there!

Dodger:
Hey kitty, what took ya so long?

Dodger:
If ya want 'em, come an' get 'em! Uh-huh. But I'm warnin' ya, kid. [Sings:] One minute, Ah'm in Central Park;/Then I'm down on Delancy Street./From the Bowery to St. Mark's,/There's a syncopated beat.

Dodger:
[Sings:] Why should I worry? Tell me: why should I care? I may not have a dime, but I got street savoir-faire.

Dodger:
[Sings:] The rhythm of the city: once you get it down, then you can own this town; then you can wear the cra-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.

Tito:
[seeing Oliver revealed] Mi madre, un gato!

Rita:
Run along, Roscoe. Your master's calling.

Rita:
[Sings] 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!.

Rita:
[Sings] 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!.

Rita:
Excuse me, uh, sister. Who's Rex?

Rita:
If I never see that skinny little shrimp again, it will be too soon.

Georgette:
Well, it may be Jenny's house, but everything from the doorknobs down is MINE!!

Georgette:
I love you, Oliver. Play with Georgette. I'd like to play with him, all right! The little fur ball!

Georgette:
None of your business! And you, "Tubby": off the bed!

Georgette:
Oh. I broke a nail.

Georgette:
That's it! We'll start with a bath.

Fagin:
[seeing his dogs fight] 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!

Sykes:
I don't wantcher… ga'bage, Fagin! I don't think you grasp… the severity of the situation.

Sykes:
Now, I lent you money, an' I don't see it. D'you know what happens when I don't see my money, Fagin? People like you, get hurt. Do I make myself clear?!

Roscoe:
We ain't finished, Dodger. You guys are gonna pay for this, starting with that cat.