Lady and the Tramp

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Lady and the Tramp is a 1955 animated feature produced by Walt Disney, first released to movie theatres in the United States on June 22, 1955. The 15th animated feature in the Disney animated features canon, the film is adapted from a story by Ward Greene, Happy Dan, the Whistling Dog, published in 1937.

The story centers around a female American Cocker Spaniel named Lady who lives with a refined, upper middle-class family, and a friendly male stray mutt called the Tramp. A direct-to-video sequel, Lady and the Tramp II: Scamp's Adventure was released on July 4, 2001.


[First lines]
Jim Dear: [giving Darling a hatbox] It's for you, Darling. Merry Christmas.
Darling: Oh, Jim Dear. It's the one I was admiring, isn't it? Trimmed with ribbons?
Jim Dear: Well, it has a ribbon.
[The box is opened; inside is a cocker spaniel puppy wearing a ribbon]
Darling: Oh, how sweet. [the puppy smiles after what Darling said]
Jim Dear: You like her, Darling?
Darling: [hugging the puppy] Oh, I love her. What a perfectly beautiful little Lady.

Jock: [to Lady] Uh, please, lassie, uh, we've come with a-a proposition for helping you.
Lady: Help me? What do you mean?
Jock: Now, uh, you see, lassie, neither of us is as young as we used to be.
Trusty: But we're still in the prime of life.
Jock: Aye, and we've both got very comfortable homes.
Trusty: That's right. Where we know you'll be welcome and appreciated, Miss Lady.
Jock: So, s-so to come directly to the point-
Trusty: If you could, uh, find it possible to, uh, to, uh, to, uh-
Lady: You're both very kind, and I do appreciate it, but-
Tramp: [he arrives with a bone, as he searches for Lady] Oh, Pigeon! Oh, Pige- [to Jock and Trusty] Oh! Hi, boys. Anything new in the kennel club set? [to Lady] Little something I picked up for ya, Pige. [Lady, Jock, and Trusty angrily turn their backs on him]
Lady: Hmph!
Tramp: Looks like I'm the one that's in the doghouse.
Trusty: [to Lady] If this person is annoyin' you, Miss Lady-
Jock: [to Lady] We'll gladly throw the rascal out!
Lady: That won't be necessary. Thank you.
Trusty: Very well, ma'am.
Jock: [to Tramp] You, you MONGREL!!!
[Jock and Trusty both leave Lady and Tramp, and walk out]
Tramp: [to Lady] Aw, come on, Pige. I-It wasn't my fault.
Lady: Hmph!
Tramp: I thought you were right behind me. Honest!
Lady: Hmph!
Tramp: When I heard they'd taken you to the pound, I...
Lady: Oh! Don't even mention that horrible place. I was so embarrassed and, and frightened. [starts crying]
Tramp: Oh, now, now, now. Who could ever harm a cute little trick like you?
Lady: Trick? Trick! That reminds me.
Lady: Who is Trixie?
Tramp: Trixie?
Lady: And Lulu? And Fifi? And Rosita Chiquita w-w-whatever her name is?
Tramp: Ch-Chiquita...Chiquita? Oh...Oh! Yes! Well, I-I-I can explain...
Lady: As far as I'm concerned, you needn't worry about your old heel.
Tramp: M-M-My heel?
Lady: I don't need you to shelter and protect me.
Tramp: Yes, b-but, but, but...
Lady: If you grow careless, don't blame me. And I don't care if the Cossacks do pick you up. Goodbye! And take this with you! [tosses back the bone Tramp gave her. He sadly leaves as Lady goes into the doghouse crying; as Tramp exits the yard, the rat Lady chased earlier comes out from behind a fence and sneaks into the yard. Lady hears the rat and lunges at it, barking and growling. The rat climbs the tree, onto the house; Tramp hears her barking and senses trouble. Lady's barking gets Aunt Sarah's attention; she turns on the light, scaring the rat]
Aunt Sarah: [after opening the window] Stop that! Hush, now. Hush! [Lady continues barking as the rat goes through the open window into the nursery] Stop that racket! [she closes the window and turns off the light]
Tramp: [just returning to the backyard] What's wrong, Pige?
Lady: A rat!
Tramp: [shocked] Where?
Lady: Upstairs, in the baby's room.
Tramp: How do I get in?
Lady: The little door, on the porch. [Tramp doesn't hesitate to run up the steps, through the dog door, and into the house. He goes upstairs, sniffs at the bedroom door, and then proceeds to the nursery's open door: He immediately sees the rat in a corner and growls at it; the rat glares at Tramp with a hiss. Tramp approaches the rat with a growl, and then chases it around the room; outside, Lady breaks her chain and hurries to help him. Tramp battles the rat, knocking over the crib, and ultimately kills it; the sound of the chaos awakens Aunt Sarah]
Aunt Sarah: [entering the nursery] Merciful heavens! Oh, you poor little darling. Oh, no, no, no. Thank goodness you're not hurt, you... [sees Lady and Tramp and becomes convinced they did it] You vicious brute! [swings a broom at them, Lady dodges as Tramp backs away into a broom closet] Back, get back! Go, go on! Get back! [she closes the closet door and puts a chair in front of it] The pound. The pound, that's it. I'll call the pound. [Lady attempts to show Aunt Sarah the dead rat and clear up the misunderstanding, but Aunt Sarah grabs her chain before she can and roughly drags her out of the room] Come here. Come here! [pulls Lady downstairs] Come on. Come on! Come along. I'll call them this minute. Couldn't sleep a wink with that brute in the house. [puts Lady in the basement and locks the door before going to the phone; Lady attempts to escape, to no avail] Hello? Hello! I don't care if you are a lonely young man. I insist that you pick him up immediately!

Jim Dear: [he and Darling are just arriving and see the Dog Catcher's wagon in front of their house] Darling, look.
Aunt Sarah: [to the Dog Catcher] And if you want my advice, you'll destroy that animal at once.
Dog Catcher: [walking Tramp to his wagon] Don't worry, Ma'am. We've been after this one for months. We'll take care of him.
Darling: [as Jock and Trusty watch Tramp being loaded onto the wagon] Well, what do you suppose...?
Jim Dear: Say, what's going on here?
Dog Catcher: Just picking up a stray, mister. Come on, get up! Caught him attacking a baby.
Jim Dear: Good heavens!
Darling: My baby! [they race for the door]
Jim Dear: Aunt Sarah!
Darling: Aunt Sarah! Aunt Sarah!
Jim Dear: Aunt Sarah!
Darling: Aunt Sarah! [they enter the house]
Jock: I was certain he was no good the moment I first laid eyes on him.
Trusty: [he and Jock walk up to the door to find out what's going on] Yeah, but, uh... I never thought he'd do a thing like that.
Aunt Sarah: [Lady, still locked in the basement, overhears Jim Dear and Darling talking to Aunt Sarah and gets excited] Thank goodness I got there in time. There they were, crib overturned.
Jim Dear: Oh, I'm sure there must be some mistake. Lady would never... [opens the basement door and lets Lady out]
Aunt Sarah: Watch out. That dog's loose. Keep her away!
Jim Dear: Nonsense, she's trying to tell us something. [follows Lady into the nursery] What is it, old girl? What are you trying...? [he pulls back the curtain and finds the dead rat] Darling, Aunt Sarah, come here!
Darling: What is it, Jim?
Aunt Sarah: [sees the rat and screams] A rat!
Trusty: [he and Jock are listening from the front door] A rat? We should've known.
Jock: [now feeling guilty] I misjudged him... badly.
Trusty: Come on. We've got to stop that wagon.
Jock: [hurrying after Trusty] But mon, we don't know which way they've gone.
Trusty: We'll track 'em down.
Jock: And then?
Trusty: We hold 'em, hold 'em at bay. [they race through the streets; Trusty stops and begins sniffing around]
Jock: Now what?
Trusty: The scent. Follow the scent.
Jock: [exasperated] Ugh, let's face it, mon. We both know you've lost your sense of smell. [Trusty glares at Jock and sniffs at him, and continues sniffing around, and howls as soon as he realizes they're on the right track; the wagon is just a few yards away from the pound; Tramp hears Trusty howling, and looks out to see him and Jock hurrying to the rescue. They get alongside the horses and bark at them]
Dog Catcher: [annoyed] Go on, get out of here! Go on, you, get away! [the startled horses whinny] Take it easy. Go on, you, get away! Go on, get away! Watch it now. Watch it, watch it! [The wagon tips over. Jim Dear, Darling, Aunt Sarah, and Lady drive up to the scene; the three adults approach the Dog Catcher and explain the whole thing earlier was a misunderstanding as Lady approaches Tramp]
Tramp: [relieved that Lady came to save him] Oh, hi, Pige.

Si and Am: [singing] We are Siamese, if you please! We are Siamese if you don't please!

Jock: Lassie! Lassie!
Trusty: Oh, Miss Lady, ma'am! Miss Lady!
Jock: Ah, good mornin', lassie. 'Tis a bonny, braw, bright day, uh, today.
Trusty: Why, Miss Lady, is, uh, somethin' wrong?
Jock: Aye, tell us, lassie. If somebody's been mistreatin' ya-
Lady: Oh, no, Jock. It's something I've done, I guess.
Jock: You?
Lady: It must be. Jim Dear and Darling are acting so-
Trusty: [to Lady] Jim Dear and Darling?
Jock: [to Trusty] Hush, mon! [to Lady] Now, lassie, get on with the details.
Lady: Well, I first noticed it the other day when Jim Dear came home.

Tramp: Well, here we are.
Lady: The zoo?
Tramp: Sure! No, no. This way. Follow me.
[the zoo security guard hums an Irish folk song]
Lady: Oh!
Tramp: What's the matter, Pige?
Lady: We can't go in.
Tramp: Why not?
Lady: Well, the sign says...
Tramp: Yeah, well, well, that's... That's the angle.
Lady: Angle?
Tramp: Look, we'll just wait for the right... [the professor appears] Uh-oh! Here we are now. Just lay low.
[the Tramp whistles at the zoo security guard, then barks]
Zoo Security Guard: Hey, you!
Professor: Uh, I beg your pardon? Were you addressing me?
Zoo Security Guard: All right! What's the matter?! [shows the professor the "no dogs allowed" sign] Can't you read?!
Professor: Why, yes. Several languages.
Zoo Security Guard: Oh, a wise guy, eh? [the Tramp growls viciously at the zoo security guard] All right, now... [points to the Tramp] ...what's this creature doing here?
Tramp: [chews and bites on the zoo security guard's nightstick]
Professor: He's not my dog. [the Tramp jumps into the professor's arms]
Zoo Security Guard: Oh, he's not, eh?! [the Tramp barks at the zoo security guard]
Professor: Let go! Go away! Go on! Why, certainly not, officer.
Zoo Security Guard: Aye, and I suppose you'll be telling me next that it was the dog that was whistling, eh?!
Professor: I-I-I'm certain I don't know.
Zoo Security Guard: Oh, so, I'm a liar now, am I?! [angrily] Well, you listen to me! AHA! Resisting an officer of the law! [the Tramp tears off the back of the professor's suit, in order to provoke him into getting into trouble with the zoo security guard] Oh, you're going to pay! [the Tramp bites the zoo security guard's buttocks] OW!! Pull a knife on me, would you?! Trying to assassinate me, are you?! Carrying a concealed weapon! [the zoo security guard's and the professor's fight makes some nearby elephants, lions, and giraffes think the zoo security guard and the professor both have gone crazy, as they watch the fight from their exhibits]
Tramp: [continues barking, then to Lady] Come on, Pidge. The place is ours. [he enters the zoo with Lady, as the zoo security guard and the professor continue fighting]

Tramp: We better go through this place from A to Z. Apes. No, no, no, no. No use even asking them.
[one of the apes in their cage scratches his head at Lady and Tramp, while the other two both look at the audience]
Tramp: They wouldn't understand.
Lady: They wouldn't?
Tramp: Uh-uh. Too closely related to humans. Uh-oh! Alligators. Now, there's an idea! [to the Alligator about the muzzle] Say, Al? Do you suppose you could nip this contraption off for us?
Alligator: Glad to oblige. [Opens his mouth wide to the point where Lady's entire head can fit in it]
Tramp: Whoa! WHOA!!!! [The Alligator nearly and accidentally, bites Lady's head off, but the Tramp saves her at the last second; the elephants and the lions both start trumpeting and roaring in the background, as a hyena laughs hysterically in his cage at both Lady and Tramp] Hmph! If anybody ever needed a muzzle, it's him.
Beaver: [off-screen] TIMBER!!!!
Tramp: Hey, Pigeon! Look out! [a tree falls over close to the dogs] Now, what hair-brained idiot would... [notices a beaver gnawing on the tree] Hey, look! A beaver! Here's the answer to our problem!
Beaver: [inspects the tree] Let me see here... 6 foot 6 and 7/16 inches.
Tramp: Uh... Pardon me, friend! I wonder if you'd do us a little...
Beaver: Busy, sonny! Busy! Can't stop to gossip now. [tries to push the tree] Gotta slide this sycamore to...the swamp.
Tramp: Yeah, well, this will only take a second of your time.
Beaver: Only a second?! L-Listen! Listen, sonny! Do you realize every second 70 centimeters of water is wasted over that spill-way?! [points to his unfinished dam]
Tramp: Yeah, but...
Beaver: Gotta get this log moving, sonny! Gotta get it moving! T'ain't the cuttin' takes some time! It's the doggone haulin'!
Tramp: [notices the leash to Lady's muzzle and the limb on the tree] The haulin'! Exactly! Now, what you need is a...
Beaver: I'd better bisect this section here. [begins gnawing on the log]
Tramp: What you need is a log puller! [the beaver gnaws loudly] I SAID A LOG PULLER!!!!
Beaver: I ain't "deaf", sonny. There's no need to... Did you say, "log puller"?!
Tramp: And by a lucky coincidence, you see before you, modeled by the lovely little lady, the new, improved, patented, handy-dandy, never-failed, little-giant log puller! The Busy Beaver's Friend!
Beaver: You don't say!
Tramp: Guaranteed not to wear, tear, rip, or ravel! Turn around, sister, and show the customer the merchandise. And it cuts log-hauling time 66%!
Beaver: 66%, eh?! [chuckles] Think of that! Well, how does it work?
Tramp: Why, it's no work at all. You neatly slip this ring into the limb like this... [slips the leash of Lady's muzzle into the limb of the log] and haul it off!
Beaver: Say, you mind if I slip it on for size?
Tramp: Help yourself, friend! Help yourself!
Beaver: Okay, don't mind if I do! [pulls on the rope to Lady's muzzle] How do you get the "consarned" thing off, sonny?
Tramp: Glad you brought that up, friend. Glad you brought that up. To remove it, simply place the strap between your teeth.
Beaver: Like this? [puts the strap of Lady's muzzle between his teeth]
Tramp: Correct, friend! Now bite hard! [the beaver bites the strap of the muzzle, removing it from Lady] You see?
Lady: It's off!
Beaver: Say, that is simple!
Tramp: Well, friend, we'll be on our way now, so...
Beaver: Uh-uh-uh-uh! Not so fast now, sonny! [puts on the muzzle] I'll have to make certain it's satisfactory before we settle on a price.
Tramp: Oh, no! It's all yours, friend! You can keep it!
Beaver: Uh, I can, huh? I can?!
Lady: Uh-huh. It's a free sample. [Tramp is astonished by this remark]
Beaver: Well, thanks a lot! Thanks ever so... [the log rolls down the hill, causing the beaver to tumble with it; when the log hits the river, it blocks it completely, completing the dam] Say! It works sweeeeeeell! [water squirts out of the beaver's mouth]

Tony: [to Lady and the Tramp in an Italian accent] Now-a, first-a we fix-a the table-a.
Joe: Here are-a your bones-a, Tony! [comes with a plate of bones]
Tony: OK-a. [look in confusion then hits the plate of bones in the air] BONES-A?! What's-a the matter-a for-a you-a, Joe?! I [rolls an R] break-a your face-a! Tonight-a, Butch-a, he's-a get-a the best-a in-a the house-a!
Joe: OK, Tony. You the boss-a. [sashays into the kitchen to cook Lady and the Tramp something fancy]

Jock: Courage, mon. Courage.
Trusty: But, I-I've never even considered matrimony.
Jock: Nor I, but no matter which of us she accepts, we'll always be the best of friends. Now remember, not a word about her unfortunate experience. You don't want to hurt her feelings.
Trusty: Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Jock: Lassie.
Trusty: Miss Lady, ma'am.
Lady: Please, I don't want to see anybody.
Jock: Now, now, lassie. Do not feel that way about it.
Trusty: Of course not, Miss Lady. [unintentionally mocking Lady] Why, some of the finest people I ever tracked down were jail birds.
Jock: [angrily] QUIET, [Trusty in fright hits his head onto the dog house] you great loony!

Tramp: [looks into a pet shop window and sees three adorable puppies, sleeping, until one of them walks closer to him] Aw, cute little rascals! [the puppy yaps happily] A-cootchie-cootchie-cootchie-cootchie-coo!

[Last lines]
Trusty: [to Lady and Tramp's puppies] As my grand pappy, Old Reliable, used to say...I don't recollect if I've ever mentioned Old Reliable before.
Annette, Collette, and Danielle: [in unison] No, you haven't, Uncle Trusty.
Trusty: Huh? I haven't? Well, uh, as Old Reliable used to say... He'd say, uh, uh... He'd say, uh, uh... Doggone. You know, I clean forgot what it was he used to say.


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