Cats Don't Dance1997

Darla Dimple:
Thanks for coming over, Donald.

Danny Cat:
Uh, Danny.

Darla Dimple:
Oh, yeah. Danny. Animal cracker?

Danny Cat:
Uh...

Darla Dimple:
No? More for me! I wanted to apologize for what Max did the other day. He's so bad sometimes.

Max:
Ow...

Danny Cat:
No, it's alright, Miss Dimple. Really.

Darla Dimple:
No, no, no, it was terrible, awful, cruel! Inapprotilaly violent. And I want to make it all up to you.

Danny Cat:
No, no, you don't have to.

Darla Dimple:
Oh, I insist! Is there anything you need?

Danny Cat:
No...

Darla Dimple:
Isn't there something I could do for you?

Danny Cat:
I don't think so.

Darla Dimple:
Isn't there a certain someone who runs a certain studio that I could introduce you to?

Danny Cat:
Well, is there anyway that you can arrange for me and the other animals to perform for L.B. Mammoth?

Darla Dimple:
Why, Denis! I'd be delighted. [gasps] Idea.

Max:
Ping.

Darla Dimple:
Maybe you can all do a number in my movie?

Danny Cat:
You? You mean it?

Darla Dimple:
Why, it's just what the picture needs.

Danny Cat:
Oh, I couldn't impose.

Darla Dimple:
I'll give you use of my sound-stage, my ark and anything else you might need.

Danny Cat:
Really?

Darla Dimple:
You get all your little friends ready, and I'll make sure L.B. sees your splashy debut.

Danny Cat:
Oh, thank you, Miss Dimple...

Darla Dimple:
Ah, ah, ah, call me Darla!

Danny Cat:
Thank you, Darla!

Darla Dimple:
Don't mention it. [giggles]

Danny Cat:
Sawyer could do a romantic balled and Woolie can even play a piano solo.

Darla Dimple:
Did you hear that, Max? Woolie, the elephant, can even play a solo!

Max:
Grah...

Danny Cat:
Don't you think that would be a good idea?

Darla Dimple:
Well, I think... you really want my advice?

Danny Cat:
Oh yes, oh yes, please!

Darla Dimple:
Well...