The Fox and the Hound 2

Tod:
(seeing Copper caught on top of a fence) Ha-ha-ha! We chasing crickets, or are we just hanging out?

Tod:
(to Dixie, about Copper) And you know what? He wouldn't even be in that dumb old band if I hadn't lied for him.

Amos Slade:
(commenting on Copper's howl) I must be going deaf. I said howl!

Amos Slade:
(when Copper goes off the trail) (groans) Pup's as useful as a milk bucket under a bull.

Amos Slade:
(to Copper) You couldn't find a rabbit at a petting zoo on Easter Sunday.

Lyle Snodgrass:
Oh, I can tell right now, this is gonna be the worst show of all time! It's gonna be the worst! (goes through curtain, sticks his head back in) OK, let's have fun out there!

(discussing a cricket)

Copper:
There you are, Tod.

Tod:
Shh. I found one.

(peering through grass)

Copper:
No way! Look at the size of that thing.

Tod:
Sure is ugly.

Copper:
It's a monster!

Tod:
I can smell its evil breath from here. (sniffs)

Copper:
No, uh, that's me. I had socks for lunch.

Tod:
Ugh!

Widow Tweed:
(chuckles) You're going to lose your head one of these days, Amos Slade.

Amos Slade:
It's my head, woman!

Widow Tweed:
Amos Slade, I told you to keep your beast away from my Tod! That mangy hound of yours just cost me a bucket of milk!

Amos Slade:
(dragging himself out of the pigpen) Your fox was after my chickens, Tweed! What do I care about your milk?

Widow Tweed:
Well, as long as you're wasting my milk, you may as well have some pie to go along with it.

(Copper, Tod, and Chief exchange confused looks)

Amos Slade:
What the dickens are you...

(Widow Tweed throws the pie in his face)

Copper:
(hearing the Singin' Strays rehearsing) There's that sound again. Sounds pretty good.

Tod:
Sounds like somebody got their tail stuck in a door.

Cash:
(describing Dixie under his breath) Voice like an angel...with looks to match.

Granny Rose:
Oh, please.

Dixie:
(after getting whacked by a loose floorboard) Darn this one-horse, two-bit, free-timing fair!

Cash:
Now, Dixie, it ain't like it smacked your singing. Can we get back to rehearsing, please?

Dixie:
I refuse to work under these conditions.

Granny Rose:
Uh-oh. Here we go.

Cash:
Well, I'll tell you what, Dixie. You rehearse, and afterwards I'll give that piece of wood a good ol' talking-to.

Floyd:
I got two bones on Dixie.

Waylon:
I'll cover that.

Dixie:
It just so happens I am a professional, and my standards...

Cash:
Oh, now Dixie, darling, you put on that same old record every day. Ain't it just about wore out by now?

Dixie:
You have some nerve talking to me that way, Cash. If your ear were any more tin, they could can beans with it.

Cash:
Well, you listen to me, Miss Fancy Tail. In a couple of days, we will be in front of that talent scout from the Grand Old Opry.

Dixie:
I get possibly maimed for life, and all you can talk about is the Grand Old Opry?

Cash:
Oh, now, Dixie...

Dixie:
I'll be in my trailer.

Cash:
Darling, we got a show to do. You can't just walk...

(Dixie leaves)

Cash:
...away. (long pause as Floyd pays Waylon on their bet) Sometimes I dislike that woman.

Granny Rose:
(chuckling) If they disliked each other any more they' have to get hitched.

Dixie:
Just what do you think you're doing?

Cash:
A little audience participation. And that kid wowed em!

Dixie:
Kid? What kid?

Copper:
Bye, Mr. Cash.

Cash:
(laughs) That kid.

Granny Rose:
Little critter was heaven-sent.

Dixie:
That sang my lead?

Cash:
Oh, no. He didn't just sing it. He sang it.

Dixie:
You don't mean to tell me that that wet-behind-the-ears puppy could ever take my place in a band.

Cash:
I didn't say that. Although he does have that refreshing, blooming youth about him.

Dixie:
(taking this as a comment about her appearance) (gasps) Just what exactly are you saying?

Cash:
Well what do you think I'm saying?

Dixie:
You'd better not be saying what I think you're saying.

Cash:
I think you know what I think I'm saying.

Dixie:
I think you'd better know that what you're saying isn't what I think you're saying.

Cash:
Why do you always...

Dixie:
Only 'cause you never...

Cash:
What if I said to you...

Dixie:
You know what I say?

Cash:
Ooh! You know, this is just like the time when you...

Dixie:
(stammering) You'd better not bring that up.

Cash:
Hmph! Well, I think we've both been perfectly clear.

Dixie:
Ooh, perfectly. I quit!

Cash:
Huh?

Cash:
(After the bus pinches his nose and mouth together;) Now you've got me riled.

Dixie:
(After learning she is fired and the bus does the same to Dixie like Cash earlier) Now you've got me riled.

Olivia Farmer:
Hi, there.

Winchell P. Bickerstaff:
(laughing) Well, who are you?

Olivia Farmer:
Olivia Farmer, designated chaperone to Winchell P. Bickerstaff, talent scout from the Grand Old Opry. That's you.

Winchell P. Bickerstaff:
Ahem. Chaperone, huh?

Olivia Farmer:
I'm working to get my community service merit badge.

Winchell P. Bickerstaff:
Well, that's quite admirable, little lady.

Olivia Farmer:
Then I'll have more than Sally Ann Merrybaum. (angrily) Thinks she's so great.

Olivia Farmer:
Wasn't he amazing, the way he ate fire, Mr. Bickerstaff? (looking up at his face, which is out of view of the camera) Maybe you shouldn't have stood so close.

Winchell P. Bickerstaff:
(coughs) Now you tell me.

Zelda:
Honey, I don't blame you for feeling hurt.

Dixie:
Hurt? What do you mean by that? You think Cash could hurt me?

(Zelda gives Dixie a skeptical look)

Dixie:
Well, there's more than one way to skin a cat.

(Zelda clears her throat)

Dixie:
Uh, no offense.

Dixie:
Well, there you go, Cash. You just got what you always wanted.

Cash:
Well maybe I had it all along.

Dixie:
(eyes widen) Well, what are you saying?

Cash:
Well, what do you think I'm saying?

Dixie:
Well, you'd better be saying what I think you're saying.

Cash:
Well, I think you know what I'm saying is what you think I'm saying.

Dixie:
Well, I thought you'd never ask.

(discussing a cricket)

Copper:
There you are, Tod.

Tod:
Shh. I found one.

(peering through grass)

Copper:
No way! Look at the size of that thing.

Tod:
Sure is ugly.

Tod:
Hey Cooper?

Copper:
What!

Tod:
Look rally car (laughs) He-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Copper:
It's a monster!

Tod:
(crying) Oh no driver dead!

Tod:
I can smell its evil breath from here. (sniffs)

Copper:
No, uh, that's me. I had socks for lunch.

Tod:
Ugh!

Copper:
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha? Oh no he will pee.

Copper:
Oh, Cash, I don't ever want to see Todd or Chief again.

Cash:
Well, of course, you don't. It's just us hound dudes from here on in.

[Cash is trying to apologize to Dixie after she quit]

Cash:
Oh, Dixie, you ain't mad over a little joshing are ya? I was only teasing you. You know how I feel about you.

Dixie:
Yeah, you have a lousy way of showing it! [slams the bus door]

Cash:
I am trying to kiss and make up here. Now, won't you please accept my apology?

Dixie:
Blow it out your ear! [slams the bus door again]

Cash:
Alright, you diva dog, but I'm in charge of this band, and ain't no one's indispensable!

Dixie:
You're in charge? [laughs] Which one of us is in the driver's seat?

Cash:
Now, listen, you-- ! [Dixie slams the bus door on Cash's nose and mouth] Now you've got me riled.

Dixie:
Oh, Cash!

Cash:
Hey, Dixie.

Dixie:
You come crawling back.

Cash:
Oh, uh, by the way, you can't quit, you're fired.

Dixie:
Oh! What?! You can't fire me! I already quit! Cash, you get back-- [the door slams on her nose and mouth; just like Cash earlier] Now you've got me riled.

Tod:
Uh...

Copper:
[to Tod] Course he can sing. Show him, Tod.

Tod:
[singing] We're in a-- AAHHHH!! [people screamin']

Dixie:
[arrives Copper's house after he got fired] Copper?

Copper:
[saw Dixie] Dixie? What are you doin' here?

Dixie:
[tells Copper the truth about her plan] I just thought you should know that blowin' your cover was my idea. Not Tod's. I guess I just lost sight of what's really important. And, darlin', I'm awful sorry. He never wanted to hurt you. He just wanted you to be his friend again. Well... That's what I came to say.

Copper:
[realizes his mistake for blaming Tod back at the fair and thinks he owes Tod an apology]

Cash:
You're gonna go home. (You're never speaking to my childish again.)

Copper:
But...the band--

Cash:
Don't you get it?! (This is Tod's fault!) You're fired!?

Boys:
[angry] *Never!*

Granny Rose:
[to Mr. Cash] You know what, (I'll never tell you and) youse to be lot more fun to be around. (I'm done!)

Cash:
Wait, what?

Waylon:
Sorry, Cash.

Floyd:
Yeah, All you care about is music and fine when you don’t seem to care about how much fun music can be. (This never would’ve happened in the first place!

Waylon:
And just for that, We quit too! If that little hound dog is fired, Then we will too!

’’’Cash’’’:
(Look, guys, Just let me explain for once. I know this was never meant to happen at all, but just listen…)

’’’Granny Rose’’’:
(Well, don’t blame us! You’re going to have to have a good thing about what you done. And since we feel bad for that little hound pup, we are quitting as well!)

Cash:
Happy now?

Dixie:
No!

Cash:
You know what, Boys, it's my fault and won't happen again! Dixie, look at your done!

[Cash and Dixie arguing]

Tod:
Copper, I'm sorry. I just wanted--

Copper:
You ruined anything!?