All Dogs Go to Heaven1989

Charlie:
Carface! [laughs] Hey, Carface! Ya decent?

Carface:
[opens the door] Charlie! Oh, is it really you?!

Charlie:
Is it really me? Haha! Is it really you? Hey, you put on a little weight. I told ya to stay off those sweets. [lies down on a chair and turns on some jazz music] This place is... This place is lookin' okay. A little ghost, but okay. Y'know, partner, I'm proud of you. But the customers, they ain't laughin'.

Carface:
[chuckles as he turns down the volume] Gamblers are never happy, Charlie. You know that.

Charlie:
Yeah, but I've been thinkin'. [turns up the volume] You know what this place needs? I mean, besides new curtains and chandeliers. It needs some class, a little culture, choreography, and some influence of the theater. Dancing girls. Whattaya say? Y'know what else...?

Carface:
[turns down the volume] Charlie, Charlie, Charlie. Times has changed. I've changed, you've changed.

Charlie:
[turns up the volume] Ha, what are ya talkin' about? I haven't changed.

Carface:
[turns down the volume] Charlie... Charlie, you've done time, and that's not good for business.

Charlie:
[turns up the volume] What are you sayin'?

Carface:
You are a dog with a record. [turns down the volume]

Charlie:
[turns up the volume] I was framed!

Carface:
I know that. [feigning tears] You're like a brother to me. That's why... Why...

Charlie:
Why what?

Carface:
[turns down the volume] We need to split up the partnership!

Charlie:
[turns up the volume] What?! Are you outta your mind?!

Carface:
They're gonna be lookin' for ya, Charlie. And what's the first place they're gonna look, huh?! Here! HERE!!! [removes the volume dial on the radio] I don't like it, Charlie, but it's for our own good.