An American Tail: Fievel Goes West1991

Miss Kitty:
[watching as Cat R. Waul arrives] Well, well, will you look what the cat dragged in - [sees Tanya] - a mouse! That's a first!

Cat R. Waul:
Not just any mouse! This is a diva!

Miss Kitty:
A diva schmiva! You put a mouse on the stage and your saloon's gonna be as empty as Death Valley on a cold day in June when the snow don't fall.

Cat R. Waul:
What? They'll love her-they'll adore her-and those who don't will answer to me!

Miss Kitty:
Anything you say-Pussypoos.

Cat R. Waul:
[resuming his dignified bearing] Yes, I have mentioned that I dislike being referred to as 'Pussypoos'.

Miss Kitty:
Yeah? Well, maybe I'm not so happy about being dumped in Nature's ashtray five hundred miles from a pastrami sandwich, either, Pussypoos!

Cat R. Waul:
[irritated] Yes, I think I just mentioned, didn't I, that I dislike being referred to as Pussypoos?!

Miss Kitty:
As for the mousette, I'll get her on the stage for ya.

Cat R. Waul:
See that you do! [bows to Tanya] Farewell, my diva! [leaves in a Phantom of the Opera manner]