Oliver & Company (1988)
Tito: Hey, man, if this is torture, chain me to the wall.
Francis: [to Roscoe] Isn't it rather dangerous to use ones entire vocabulary in a single sentence?
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!
Tito: I don't have time for long goodbyes, but here's something to remember me by, baby.
[Tries to kiss Georgette; she hits him and he falls out the window]
Tito: Ooh, I think she likes me, man!
Tito: Hey, hey, hey! There is a lady, Francis.
Georgette: Well, it's nice to see that one of you has some manners.
Tito: After you, my little croissant.
Francis: Good grief.
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!
[after stealing the hot dogs]
Oliver: So when are we gonna eat?
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: This city's got a beat, and you gotta hook into it. And once you get the beat, you can do anything.
Dodger: Yo, Tito, hot wire!
Tito: Hey, no way, man! I've been barbecued too many times!
Georgette: Good luck, Alonzo. I'll be waiting.
Tito: [singing] Heigh ho, heigh ho, it's off to work we go...
[Jenny has found Oliver and wants to keep him]
Winston: I know you're growing attached to the little fellow, but do try to understand. Your parents left me responsible for you.
Jenny: They won't mind. Really. Don't worry, kitty. I'll take care of you.
Winston: Georgette is not going to like this.
Dodger: Hey, keep it down, guys. The game's on.
Tito: Oh boy, Dodger. Tough dog have to get help from a CAT!
Dodger: Hey, Tito, uh, cool it, man.
Tito: Come on, let's see this big, bad kitty fight in action!
Dodger: Hey Tito, LOOK!
[Tito looks away, Dodger jumps on him]
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.
Francis: My name is Francis. Fran-cis. Not Frank, not Frankie - *Francis*.
Dodger: Whoa! Chill out, man. I don't eat cats. It's too much fur.
Tito: [pulling out an old wallet] Check it out.
Francis: Oh, shredded leather.
Tito: Shredded wha... What you talkin' about, man? That's a primo wallet, man.
Francis: Rubbish, you mean.
Tito: All right, that does it, Frankie, man! You insulted my pride, and this means death!
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!
Jenny: For the kitty, the house speciality: oeufs a la Jenny avec Cocoa Krispies.
Dodger: Roscoe, Roscoe. Is this us losing our sense of humor?
Roscoe: Nah, I ain't lost my sense of humor.
[Kicks over the TV]
Roscoe: See? I find that funny.
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?
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: You're all right, kid, for a cat. We'll keep a spot open in the gang for ya. Vice president, uptown chapter.
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: [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.
Dodger: You wanna leave? Fine! There's the door.
Einstein: But he just got here.
Dodger: Go on. No one's stoppin' ya.
[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?
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*!
Sykes: Three sunrises. Three sunsets. Three days, Fagin.
Fagin: [counting on his fingers] Three sunrises. Three sunsets. Three days. Three, three, three. That's nine. Nine?
Sykes: No, Fagin. Three.
Fagin: Three? Oh, you mean, just three days? Oh, my goodness! Oh, I'm having a bad day!
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!
Einstein: Look what I found!
[a broken tennis racket]
Francis: Good show. Now all we need is a net and a tennis court.
Einstein: Do you think this place is big enough?
Tito: Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Ignacio Alonso Julio Federico de Tito.
Georgette: Get away from me, you little bug-eyed creep!
[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.
Sykes: So, Fagin. Did we bring something green and wrinkly to make Sykes happy?
Fagin: Sykes, I have 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: I got this kitty, see...
Sykes: What am I going to do with you, Fagin?
Fagin: Please, Sykes...
Sykes: If you don't have my money...
[he snaps his fingers and the Dobermans jump at Fagin; Dodger intercepts them and they fight]
Fagin: No, no, Sykes! Please, stop! Your money's coming tonight! It's coming tonight! It's from a rich cat - I mean, a cat from a rich family! They're coming with the money I owe you to get their cat back!
[Sykes snaps his fingers again; the Dobermans stop fighting, leaving Dodger unconscious on the floor]
Sykes: Well, looks like you're doing all right for yourself. I'm proud of you, Fagin. Yeah, you're starting to think big. You have twelve hours. And Fagin... this is your last chance.
Oliver: What kind of work do we do anyway?
Tito: Investment banking, man. Didn't you read about us in the Wall Street Journal?
Francis: [chucking] Yes. Captains of Industry.
Sykes: Now, I lent you some money, and I don't see it. Do you know what happens when I don't see my money, Fagin?
[rolls up the car window on Fagin's neck]
Sykes: People get hurt. People like you get hurt. Do I make myself clear?
Fagin: [wheezing] Clear! Perfectly clear!
Tito: It's newspaper burritos for breakfast again, man.
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?
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!
Dodger: All right, you guys. If Mr. Sykes don't see some cold, hard cash, we are Doberman chow.
Tito: [in the limo] Forget Fagin, man. Let's take this baby to Atlantic City.
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*.
Winston: Rise and shine, Georgette. Your public awaits.
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!