Peggy Lee

Joe: Here's your bones-a, Tony.

Tony: Okay, bones. Bones? Whassa matta for you, Joe? I break-a your face-e! Tonight, Butch-a, he's-a get the best in the house!

Joe: Okay, Tony! You the boss.

Tony: [Showing Tramp the menu] Now, tell me, what's your pleasure? A la carte? Dinner?

[Tramp barks]

Tony: Aha, okay. Hey, Joe! Butch-a he say he wants-a two spaghetti speciale, heavy on the meats-a ball.

Joe: Tony, dogs-a don't a-talk!

Tony: He's a-talkin' to me!

Joe: Okay, he's a-talkin' to you! You the boss!

[brings the spaghetti, muttering to himself in Italian; Tony snatches the spaghetti from him and serves it to the dogs]

Tony: Now, here you are-a, the best-a spaghetti in-a town.

Tramp: Aw, come on, Pige. It wasn't my fault.

Lady: Hmph!

Tramp: I thought you were right behind me. Honest. When I heard they'd taken you to the pound, I...

Lady: Oh, don't even mention that horrible place.

[Sobbing]

Lady: I was so embarrassed... and frightened...

Tramp: Oh, now, now. Who could ever harm a little trick like you?

Lady: [Angry] Trick? Trick! Oh, that reminds me. Who is Trixie?

Tramp: Trixie?

Lady: And Lulu and Fifi and Rosita Chiquita wh... whatever her name is?

Tramp: 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...

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]