Lady and the Tramp

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Lady Melania and the Donald 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.

Dialogue[edit]

[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, huh?
[The box is opened; inside is a young cocker spaniel]
Darling: Oh, how sweet!
Jim Dear: You like her, darling?
Darling: Oh, I love her. What a perfectly beautiful little lady.

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]

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 barks around until Aunt Sarah grabs her chain 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 alone there, 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: 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, man! [to Lady] Now, lassie, get on with the details.
Lady: Well, I first noticed it the other day when Jim Dear came home.
[in a flashback, Lady barks at Jim Dear]
Jim Dear: [shooing Lady] Down, Lady, down! [walks past Lady] Darling? Darling, are you alright?
Darling: Of course I am. Why shouldn't I be?
[Lady runs into the backyard, and through the dog door in the back.]
Jim Dear: I just can't help worrying. After all, in your condition, alone here all day, and walking that dog.
[Lady stops running, and is shocked. Flashback over.]
Jock: [stunned] "That dog"?!
Trusty: "That dog"?
Lady: [laying down] He's never called me that before.
Jock: Well now, lassie, I wouldn't-a worry my we head a bit about that. Remember: They're only humans, after all.
Trusty: That's right, Miss Lady. As my Grandpappy, Ol' Reliable, used to say, um-- Don't recollect if I've ever mentioned Ol' Reliable before?
Jock: Aye, ya have, laddie, frequently.
Trusty: [dejected] Oh, yeah.
Lady: But now Darling is-- Well, we've always enjoyed our afternoon together. But yesterday--
[flashback to the previous day]
Darling: [after Lady begs for a walk] No, Lady. No Walk Day. [Lady gets her ball and wants to play fetch, but Darling picks up the ball.] No, Lady. Not now. [Darling's yarn ball falls off her lap, and Lady grabs it.] Lady. [growling with yarn ball in her mouth.] Drop that, Lady! [Lady runs with yarn ball, but Darling smacks her.] Drop it, I say!
[flashback over.]
Lady: It didn't hurt, really But Darling has never stuck me...before.
Jock: [he and Trusty look at each other, and smile] Now, lassie dinnae take it too seriously. After all, at a time like this, there's--
Trusty: Why, yes. You see, Miss Lady, there comes a time in the life of all humans when, uh-- Well, as they put it, uh, the Birds and the Bees? Or, well, uh, the stork? You know? No? Well, then, uh--
Jock: What he's trying to say, lassie, is Darling is expecting a wee-bairn.
Lady: "Bairn"?
Trusty: He means a baby, Miss Lady.
Lady: Oh. What's a baby?
Jock: Well, they, they resemble humans.
Trusty: But I'd say a mite smaller.
Jock: Aye, and they walk on all fours.
Trusty: And, if I remember correctly, they beller a lot.
Jock: Aye, and they're very expensive. You will not be permitted to play with.
Trusty: But they're mighty sweet.
Jock: And very, very soft.
Tramp: Just a cute little bundle... of trouble. Yeah, they scratch, pinch, pull ears-- Aw, but shucks, any dog can take that. It's what they do to your happy home. Move it over, will ya, friend? Homewreckers. That's what they are.
Jock: Look here, laddie! Who are you to barge in?!
Tramp: The voice of experience, buster. Heh-heh. Boy, just wait 'til Junior gets here. You feel the urge for a nice, comfortable scratch, and... [imitates female voice] "Put that dog out! He'll get fleas all over the baby!" [normal voice] You start barking at some strange mutt. [barks] [imitates female voice] "Stop that racket, you'll wake the baby!" [normal voice] And then-- Then they hit you in the room and board department. Oh, remember those nice, juicy cuts of beef? Forget 'em. Leftover baby food. And that nice, warm bed by the fire? [chuckles] A leaky dog house.
Lady: [worried] Oh, dear.
Jock: Dinnae listen, lassie! No human is that cruel!
Trusty: Of course not, Miss Lady. Why, everybody knows a dog's best friend is his human.
Tramp: [laughing] Oh, come on now, fellas! Oh, you haven't fallen for that old line now, have you?
Jock: Aye, and we've no need for mongrels and their r-r-radical ideas. Off with ya now! Arf with ya! Arf with ya!
Tramp: Okay, Sandy.
Jock: The name's Jock!
Tramp: Okay, Jock.
Jock: Heather Lad of Glencairn, to you!
Tramp: Okay, okay, okay! But remember this, Pigeon: A human heart has only so much room for love and affection. When a baby moves in, the dog moves out.

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: [barks at 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?
Al the 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 and a hyena laughs hysterically in his cage at both Lady and Tramp] Huh! 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--
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 swell! [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. Bones. [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, man. 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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