All Dogs Go to Heaven1989

Ann-Marie:
Charlie.

Charlie:
Yeah, it's me. How you feeling, kid?

Ann-Marie:
Okay. How are you?

Charlie:
I've come to say goodbye.

Ann-Marie:
Where are you going?

Charlie:
Uh, just on a little trip. Listen, Squeaker, I want you to do something for me, alright?

Ann-Marie:
Uh-huh.

Charlie:
I want you to take care of Itchy. Ya know, just while I'm gone. You got a home now, and he doesn't have anybody.

Ann-Marie:
Don't worry, Charlie, I will.

Charlie:
Great. [clearing Throat] Well, goodbye, little buddy.

Ann-Marie:
Oh, Charlie, I'll miss you.

Charlie:
Yeah. well, I'll - I'll miss you, too, Squeaker. Now you - you go to sleep, huh?

Ann-Marie:
Charlie, will I ever see you again?

Charlie:
Sure. Sure you will kid. You know, goodbyes aren't forever.

Ann-Marie:
Then goodbye, Charlie. I love you.

Charlie:
Yeah. I love you, too.