Butch:
Well, well, well. Look at what we got here. [grabs Tom by the neck] You know, if I wasn't a betting cat, I'd say Tommy boy here is trying to break into the hotel.
Lightning:
That's sure what it looks like.
Topsy:
This here is our alley, punk! Which makes this our hotel!
Butch:
Wait, hold up. Are you trying to break into our hotel? [Tom shakes his head] Yo, guys, don't worry about it. It was a big misunderstanding. Right, Tom? [Tom laughs] Are you laughing at me? Now, I'm sure you know what I do to cats that laugh at me.
Topsy:
Come on, boss! Preach! Preach to him!
Butch:
Now, I was about to, if you would shut that grill and let me handle this.
[Tom sees an animal control truck driving by.]
Topsy:
My bad, boss.
Butch:
So, are you gonna answer me?
[Tom whistles to catch the animal control officer's attention as Butch turns to see the animal control truck backing up.]
Meathead:
Oh, snap! It's five-o! Drop and run!
Lightning:
Oh, no, not again!
[Butch turns back to find that there's a mop in Tom's stead and he and the alley cats make a run for it.]
Topsy:
Somebody pick me up, I can't run that fast!
Butch:
Hey, I'll see you again, Tom!
Lightning:
Break yourself!
Animal Control Officer:
[as he's chasing the alley cats] Hey, get back here!
