Lady and the Tramp1955

Tramp:
We'd better go through this place from A to Z. Apes. No, no, no, no. No use even asking them.

[one of the apes in their cage scratches his head at the two dogs, while the other two both look at the audience]

Tramp:
They wouldn't understand.

Lady:
They wouldn't?

Tramp:
Uh-uh. Too closely related to humans. Uh-oh! Alligators. Now, there's an idea! [to the alligator about the muzzle] Say, Al? Do you suppose you could nip this contraption off for us?

Al the Alligator:
Glad to oblige. [Opens his mouth wide to the point where Lady's entire head can fit in it]

Tramp:
Whoa, WHOA!!!! [The alligator nearly, and accidentally, bites Lady's head off, but the Tramp saves her at the last second and a hyena laughs hysterically in his cage at both Lady and Tramp] Huh! If anybody ever needed a muzzle, it's him.

Beaver:
[off-screen] TIMBER!!!!

Tramp:
Hey, Pigeon! Look out! [a tree falls over close to the two dogs] Now, what hair-brained idiot would--? [notices a beaver gnawing on the tree] Hey, look! A beaver! Here's the answer to our problem!

Beaver:
[inspects the tree] Let me see here... 6 foot 6 and 7/16 inches.

Tramp:
Uh... Pardon me, friend! I wonder if you'd do us a little...

Beaver:
Busy, sonny! Busy! Can't stop to gossip now. [tries to push the tree] Gotta slide this sycamore to...the swamp.

Tramp:
Yeah, well, this will only take a second of your time.

Beaver:
Only a second?! L-Listen! Listen, sonny! Do you realize every second 70 centimeters of water is wasted over that spill-way?! [points to his unfinished dam]

Tramp:
Yeah, but...

Beaver:
Gotta get this log moving, sonny! Gotta get it moving! T'ain't the cuttin' takes some time! It's the doggone haulin'!

Tramp:
[notices the leash to Lady's muzzle and the limb on the tree] The haulin'! Exactly! Now, what you need is--

Beaver:
I'd better bisect this section here. [begins gnawing on the log]

Tramp:
What you need is a log puller! [the beaver gnaws loudly] [screaming] I SAID A LOG PULLER!!!

Beaver:
I ain't "deaf", sonny. There's no need to... Did you say, "log puller"?!

Tramp:
And by a lucky coincidence, you see before you, modeled by the lovely little lady, the new, improved, patented, handy-dandy, never-failed, little-giant log puller! The Busy Beaver's Friend!

Beaver:
You don't say!

Tramp:
Guaranteed not to wear, tear, rip, or ravel! Turn around, sister, and show the customer the merchandise. And it cuts log-hauling time 66%!

Beaver:
66%, eh?! [chuckles] Think of that! Well, how does it work?

Tramp:
Why, it's no work at all. You neatly slip this ring into the limb like this... [slips the leash of Lady's muzzle into the limb of the log] and haul it off!

Beaver:
Say, you mind if I slip it on for size?

Tramp:
Help yourself, friend! Help yourself!

Beaver:
Okay, don't mind if I do! [pulls on the rope to Lady's muzzle] How do you get the "consarned" thing off, sonny?

Tramp:
Glad you brought that up, friend. Glad you brought that up. To remove it, simply place the strap between your teeth.

Beaver:
Like this? [puts the strap of Lady's muzzle between his teeth]

Tramp:
Correct, friend! Now bite hard! [the beaver bites the strap of the muzzle, removing it from Lady] You see?

Lady:
It's off!

Beaver:
Say, that is simple!

Tramp:
Well, friend, we'll be on our way now, so...

Beaver:
Uh-uh-uh-uh! Not so fast now, sonny! [puts on the muzzle] I'll have to make certain it's satisfactory before we settle on a price.

Tramp:
Oh, no! It's all yours, friend! You can keep it!

Beaver:
Uh, I can, huh? I can?!

Lady:
Uh-huh. It's a free sample. [Tramp is astonished by this remark]

Beaver:
Well, thanks a lot! Thanks ever so... [the log rolls down the hill, causing the beaver to tumble with it; when the log hits the river, it blocks it completely, completing the dam] Say! It works swell! [water squirts out of the beaver's mouth]