Bolt2008

Bolt:
Styrofoam! [opens truck door] Tuck and roll!

Mittens:
Tuck and what?!

[Bolt and Mittens jump out a speeding U-haul truck]

Bolt:
What? What is this red liquid coming from my paw?

Mittens:
It's called blood, hero.

Bolt:
Do I need it?

Mittens:
Yes, so if you want to keep it inside your body where it belongs, you should stop jumping off trucks doing 80 ON THE INTERSTATE!!

Bolt:
Yeah, well usually I'm a tad more industructable. Must have been... [gasps] Styrofoam! That stuff, it weakens me!

Mittens:
[picks up Styrofoam] Ah-ha!

Bolt:
What are you doing? Put that down!

Mittens:
That's it. I've had it with you. Untie me, pooch, or I'm gonna... I'm gonna... I'm gonna seriously wound you! I'm gonna seriously wound you with this Styrofoam!

Bolt:
Are you mad? You don't know the power of Styrofoam!

Mittens:
Oh, you bet I'm mad, baby! And I'm about to unleash it! The power of the Styrofoam!

Bolt:
Alright, cat! Okay! You win! I'll untie you. [pause] That's a weird place to put a piano. [Mittens looks over her shoulder] Hye-yah! [Bolt karate chops Styrofoam out of Mittens' paw and lands on top of her] Are we going to have any more problems, cat?

Mittens:
No, no. No more problems. I'll take you to Penny.

Bolt:
[starts sniffing] Ah! What is that? [referring to his growling stomach]

Mittens:
What?

Bolt:
That! Okay, you have two seconds to tell me what you've implanted in me, cat! Poison? A parasite? Poison? Wait, I said that already. See, I'm all discombobluated! I can't think straight!

Mittens:
I don't believe this. You're hungry.

Bolt:
[steps on the leash which pulls Mittens closer] Where is the antidote?!

Mittens:
Okay, okay! Alright!