- Rita: Where's the kid?
- Tito: [coughs after nearly getting barbecued] He must still be in the car, man!
- [everyone watches as the limo departs]
- Rita: Oh, that poor little kid.
- Dodger: You were supposed to keep an eye on him, Tito!
- Tito: [coughs] Yeah. Well, it's hard to watch anything when you're getting barbecued, man!
- Tito: Hey, man, you're ugly! And you're uglier than him! And you're Ugly, Part Three! Hey, you're Revenge of the Ugly!
- Dodger: [singing] Why should I worry? Why should I care? I may not have a dime, but I've got street savoir-faire. Why should I worry? Why should I care? It's just be-bopulation, but I've got street savoir-faire.
- [after stealing the hot dogs]
- Oliver: So when are we gonna eat?
- Dodger: We?
- Oliver: Yeah. I'm starvin'.
- Dodger: Listen, kid. I hate to break it to ya, but the dynamic duo is now the dynamic *uno*.
- Oliver: What do ya mean?
- Dodger: What I mean is, our partnership is herewith dissolved.
- Oliver: But, wait! Wait. You're not being fair!
- Dodger: Fares are for tourists, kid. Consider it a free lesson in street savoir faire from New York's coolest quadruped.
- Dodger: You're all right, kid, for a cat. We'll keep a spot open in the gang for ya. Vice president, uptown chapter.
- Georgette: Don't you come any closer! I knew this would happen someday.
- Dodger: Oh, you've barking up the wrong tree, sister. It's not you we're after.
- Georgette: It's not?
- [insulted]
- Georgette: It's *not*? Well *why* not? What's the problem, Spot? Not good enough for you? I mean, do you even know who I am? 56 blue ribbons. 14 regional trophies. Six-time national champion!
- Dodger: Oh, and we're all very impressed. Right, guys?
- Tito: Very impressed!
- Dodger: This city's got a beat, and you gotta hook into it. And once you get the beat, you can do anything.
- Fagin: He's late. I drew a perfectly good map. Well, there were a few smudges on it, okay! I went outside the line with a green crayon, but not much.
- [Georgette sees Oliver in the kitchen]
- Georgette: I, um, hope you won't think me rude, but do you happen to know out of whose *bowl* you're eating?
- Oliver: Yours?
- Georgette: [sarcastically] Ooh! Aren't you a clever kitty?
- Georgette: And do you have any idea whose *home* this is?
- Oliver: I... thought it was Jenny's.
- Georgette: Well, it may be Jenny's *house*, but everything from the doorknobs down is *mine*!
- Georgette: [singing] You pretty pups all over the city / I have your hearts and you have my pity / Pretty is nice, but still it's just pretty / Perfect, my dears, is me.
- Dodger: Picture the city. 8th and Broadway. The crowd's hustling. The traffic's roaring. The hot dogs are sizzling.
- Einstein: I love a story with food in it.
- Dodger: Enter Dodger, one bad puppy. Not just out for himself, but community minded. But he's not alone. Enter the opposition. A vicious, ugly, psychotic monster. Gleaming claws, dripping fangs, and nine lives, all of them hungry. He came at me, his eyes burning. I knew my time had come. Suddenly...
- [Oliver falls from the roof, spooking everyone]
- Rita: Excuse me, uh, sister. Who's Rex?
- Georgette: NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!
- [to Francis, who is eating chocolates]
- Georgette: and YOU, Tubby, OFF THE BED!
- [to Einstein, who is sniffing in her perfume]
- Georgette: Get away from there, you - - All right! That does it! You yo-yos clear out and I mean now! WIN-STON!
- Sykes: So, Fagin. Did we bring something green and wrinkly to make me happy?
- Fagin: Sykes, I've got an airtight kitty - plan. Plan! It's sweet and simple, the plan... Let me start over again.
- Sykes: Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.
- Fagin: Let's just take this from the top.
- Sykes: What... what am I gonna do with you, Fagin?
- Fagin: I've got this kitty, you see...
- Sykes: Fagin... you don't got the money.
- [he snaps his fingers and the Dobermans jump at Fagin; Dodger intercepts them and they fight]
- Fagin: Oh no! Oh no! Oh, no-no-no! Stop, please, Sykes! Please! Sykes, I'm getting your money tonight! It's coming tonight! Please, it's from a rich cat - No, I mean, a cat from a rich family paying! Stop! They're coming tonight with the money I owe you, uh, to get their cat back!
- [Sykes snaps his fingers again; the Dobermans stop fighting, leaving Dodger unconscious on the floor]
- Sykes: Hey, I think there's hope for you yet. Oh-ho! I'm proud of ya, Fagin. Yeah, you're startin' to think big. You've got twelve hours. And Fagin... this is your last chance.
- Georgette: [singing] Girl, we've got work to do / Pass me the paint and glue / Perfect isn't easy / But... it's... me! /And when one knows the world is watching / One does what one must / Some minor adjustments, Darling / Not for my vanity / But for humanity.
- Fagin: I don't wanna put any undue pressure on you, but as you march off to do your duty, I want you to keep one thing in mind. Dead men do not buy dog food!
- [Jenny is at the wharf to ransom Oliver, unaware that Fagin is the kidnapper]
- Jenny: And what kind of person would steal an innocent little kitty?
- Fagin: Well, I... I mean, he... He might be up against a stone wall, at the end of his rope.
- [Jenny starts sobbing]
- Fagin: He must have been a poor, desperate man.
- Jenny: It's still wrong. I'm scared. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do.
- Fagin: Neither do I.
- Rita: Cool it, you guys. It's just a cat.
- Tito: Mi madre, un gato!
- Francis: Felis domesticus!
- Rita: How did you find this place, cat?
- Oliver: I-I was following this dog.
- Tito: He's lying! He's lying! He's lying!...
- Rita: [Kicks Tito] Stop it, Tito.
- Francis: And why would a cat follow a dog?
- Einstein: Yeah!
- Oliver: I just wanted some of the hot dogs I helped him get.
- Tito: He's a spy, man! Come on, let's eat him! You're dead meat, kitty!
- Roscoe: You know Rita, I can't figure out why you rather hang around a dump like this when you could be living uptown with a class act like *myself*.
- Sykes: [opens the car door to empty his ashtray, almost pushing Fagin off the pier] I don't think you grasp the severity of the situation.
- Fagin: [hangs on to the sideview mirror to keep from falling] Oh, no, I grasp it. See? This is how I grasp.
- [the mirror comes off and falls in the water]
- Fagin: Accident! Accident!
- Louie the Sausage Vendor: [Man Humming] Hey, 'scusa me.
- [Oliver meows]
- Louie the Sausage Vendor: Don't ya see I'm pushin' somethin' here? Thank you.
- [Oliver gasps, Louie Singing In Italian, Louie continues singing]
- Louie the Sausage Vendor: Hey, come on, folks! Step right up! Get your hot dogs!
- [Oliver sniffing]
- Louie the Sausage Vendor: The best hot dogs in New Yo-ork!
- [singing]
- Louie the Sausage Vendor: Hey, it's a beautiful day, eh? Come on, folks! Step right up!
- [Whistling, Oliver sniffing]
- Louie the Sausage Vendor: Hey. Go on. Get outta here. Shoo! Get outta here. Go on, kitty. Get your sausages. All right, let's go, folks. Step right up. I got the hottest dogs in the Big Apple!
- Dodger: Ooh, you sure picked the wrong guy to get hot dogs from, kid.
- Oliver: Get away from me!
- Dodger: Whoa! Chill out, man. I don't eat cats. It's too much fur. I've been watching you, and I think you're in serious need of some professional guidance. Now, what do ya say we team up and change old Louie's mind... about sharing those hot dogs?
- Oliver: I'm not goin' back there again.
- Dodger: Hey. It'd be a snap, kid. I'm an expert at these things. All you gotta do is learn some moves.
- Oliver: Moves?
- Dodger: You know. Tempo. Ooo-cha-ba. A rhythm. This city's got a beat. You gotta hook into it. And once you got the beat, you can do anything.
- Oliver: I can?
- Dodger: Absitively posolutely. The man you see before you is affectionately known as Old Louie.
- [cut to Louie the Sausage Vendor, he's very busy making Hot-Dogs, with his dirty look]
- Dodger: A well-known enemy of the four-legged world. Our mission, cat, is to liberate those all-beef Kosher Franks, and hightail it outta here. Startin' to feel that rhythm?
- Oliver: Well, uh...
- [a Jackhammer pounds the pavement]
- Oliver: Yeah! Yeah! I do feel it! When are we gonna get those hot dogs?
- Dodger: Right... now.
- [Barking]
- Louie the Sausage Vendor: Hey! Dog!
- [Gasps]
- Louie the Sausage Vendor: Hey! Get outta here! Hey!
- [Dodger stealing all sausages]
- Louie the Sausage Vendor: Hey! Hey. Get outta there! I'll get you!
- [Oliver jumps on the mustard bottle at Louie]
- Louie the Sausage Vendor: Get outta here!
- [Oliver escapes going to the New York's Construction Area]