The Plague Dogs1982

Snitter:
He'll show us how to live out here if we let him share what we kill.

The Tod:
Aye, laddie, that's it. Why, ye'll have no bother with me, I'm a delicate eater. I don't aught but pick at me meat.

Rowf:
He'll cheat us and run away when it suits him. Bloody thief, that's what he is.

Snitter:
Well, we've nothing to lose. He's a sharp one, Rowf.

Rowf:
If you're still here when it's light, we'll decide what to do then.

The Tod:
Ah, now yer talkin' sense. Keep a tight hold of yer mate, and a good look over ye.

Rowf:
What do you call yourself?

The Tod:
I'm the Tod. Tod, ye know? Canniest Tod on Moss an' Moor.