The Fox and the Hound1981

Dinky:
Hey, I think I've got an idea. All right, Boomer. Now you know what to do.

Boomer:
Yeah. Leave it to me. Leave it to me.

Widow Tweed:
Who is it? Shoo! Shoo! Shoo! Shoo! Get away from there, you pesky birds! Come back here with my laundry! I don't know what's gotten into those birds. Huh? What's this? Well, bless my soul. It's a... It's a baby fox. Hi, little fella. Come here. I won't hurt you. What a wonderful little rascal you are. I wonder where his mother is. I can't leave you out here all alone. Not so fast, now. Oh, you're such a feisty little toddler. Say! That's what I'm going to call you. Tod. You know, Tod, I'm not going to be lonesome anymore.

Amos Slade:
[to Chief] I've got a surprise for you, Chief, old boy. Woah! Woah, boy! Woah! Woah! Easy! Easy! Easy! Easy! How's this one for a fine hunting dog? He's only a scrawny little runt, but he'll grow up in no time at all. We're going to call him Copper, huh? You'll get used to it, Chief. He's for you to look after from now on.