Lady and the Tramp Quotes

Tramp: [at the zoo] We better go through this place from A to Z. Apes? No, no, no use even asking them. They wouldn't understand.
Lady: They wouldn't?
Tramp: Uh-uh. Too closely related to humans. Oh-oh! Alligators. Now there's an idea!
[to the alligator about the muzzle]
Tramp: Say Al, do you suppose

you could nip this contraption off for us?
Al the Alligator: [echoing] Glad to oblige...
[opens his huge mouth to snap off the muzzle, and Lady looks right into his jaws]
Tramp: Whoa! WHOA!
[pulls Lady away at the last second; a nearby hyena laughs at them]
Tramp: Huh. If anybody ever needed a muzzle, it's him.

Tramp: Now take the Schultzes here. Little Fritzy - that's me, Pidge - makes this his Monday home.
Lady: Monday home?
Tramp: [German accent] Ach, ja! Mondays is Mama Schultz cooking der Wienerschnitzel.
[Drops accent]
Tramp: Mmm-mmm. Delicious.
Tramp: [Irish accent] Now,

O'Brien's here is where little Mike - sure'n that's me again, Pidge - comes of a Tuesday.
Lady: Of a Tuesday?
Tramp: [Continuing accent] Begorra, that's when they're after havin' the darlin' corned beef.
[Drops accent]
Tramp: You see, Pidge, when you're footloose and collar-free, well, you take nothing but the best.

[Trying to explain to Lady that Darling is going to have a baby]
Trusty: 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?
[Lady looks bewildered]
Trusty: Or well... uh... the stork? You know? Uh, no...? Well uh...
Jock: What he's tryin' to

say, Lassie, is, Darling is expecting a wee bairn!
Lady: Bairn?
Trusty: He means a baby, miss Lady.

[Lady approaches the baby's room deep in thought and singing to herself]
Lady: What is a baby? I just can't understand. It must be something wonderful. It must be something grand. 'Cause everybody's smiling, in a kind and wistful way, and they haven't even noticed that I'm around today.
[Jim Dear comes down the stairs whistling, doesn't notice her]

Lady: What is a baby, anyway? Oh what is a baby? I must find out today, what makes Jim Dear and Darling... act... this... way...

Beaver: [struggling with a log] Ah-ah-ah, busy sonny, busy! Gotta slide this sycamore to the - ung - swamp!
Tramp: But this'll only take a second of your time...
Beaver: Only a second! Listen, listen sonny, you realize every second, seventy centimeters of water is wasted over that spillway?
Tramp: Yeah, but...

Beaver: Gotta get this log movin', sonny, gotta get it movin'! T'ain't the cuttin' take's the time, it's the doggone haulin'!
Tramp: [looking from the leash to a branch on the log] The hauling! Exactly! Now, what you need is...
Beaver: [chewing through part of the log] Better bisect this section here...

Tramp: What you need is a log puller.
[yelling]
Tramp: I SAID A LOG PULLER!
Beaver: I ain't deef, sonny. There's no need to... Did you say log puller?
Tramp: [like a salesman] Haha, and by lucky coincidence, you see before you, modeled by the lovely little lady, the new, improved, patented, handy-dandy,

never-fail 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 sixty-six percent!
Beaver: Sixty-six percent, eh? Figure that! Well, how's it work?

Tramp: [demonstrating] Why, it's no work at all! You merely slip this ring over the limb like this, and haul it off!
Beaver: Uh, say, d'you mind if I slip it on for size?
Tramp: Help yourself, friend, help yourself!
Beaver: Okay! Hehe. Don't mind if I do! Uh... how'd'ya get the carn-starnded 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?
Tramp: Kee-rect, friend. Now bite HARD!
[beaver bites the muzzle off]
Tramp: You see?
Lady: It's off!

Beaver: Say, that *is* simple!

Toughy: Well, wow, look youse guys, Miss Park Avenue herself.
Bulldog in Pound: Blimey, a regular bloomin' debutante.
Toughy: Yeah, and pipe the crown jewel she's wearin'.
Bulldog in Pound: Hey, whatcha in for, sweetheart? Putting fleas on the butler?
[Toughy and the bulldog both laugh]

Peg: All right, all right, you guys! Lay off, will you?
Toughy: Aw, what's the matter, Peg?
Bulldog in Pound: We was only havin' a bit of sport, we was.

Jim Dear: [Following Lady up the stairs] What is it, old girl? What are you trying...
[finds the dead rat]
Jim Dear: Darling, Aunt Sarah, come here!
Darling: What is it Jim?
[gasps]
Aunt Sarah: [screams] Aah! A rat!
Trusty: A rat! We should've known.

Jock: [regretfully] I misjudged him. Badly.
Trusty: [running towards the gate] Come on! We got to stop that wagon!
Jock: [hurrying after him] But man, we dinnae know which way they've gone!
Trusty: We'll track 'em down!
Jock: [struggling to keep up] A-a-and then?

Trusty: We'll hold 'em! Hold 'em at bay!

[the Rat has snuck into the baby's bedroom through the window and Lady has been barking at it, alerting Tramp]
Tramp: What's wrong, pidge?
Lady: A rat!
Tramp: Where?
Lady: Upstairs, in the baby's room.
Tramp: Which way do I get in?
Lady: Through the little

door, on the porch.
[Tramp enters the house through the dog door, goes upstairs to the baby's room where he fights with the rat]