Lady and the Tramp quotes will bring back memories of one of Disney’s most beloved animated movies. In the 1955 classic when Lady and Tramp meet they discover that we all have more in common than we realize and we can all be good friends.
Lady: 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: And they’re very expensive. You’ll not be permitted to play with it.
Trusty: But they’re mighty sweet.
Jock: And very very soft.
Tramp: Just a cute little bundle…of trouble!
Trusty: 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? Uh, no…
Trusty: That’s right, Miss Lady; as my grandpappy, Ol’ Reliable used to say… I don’t recollect that I’ve ever mentioned Ol’ Reliable before?
Jock: Aye, ye have, laddie. Frequently.
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.
Tramp: Hey. Psst. Psst.
Bull: Blimey! Look, Peg. It’s the Tramp.
Peg: Hiya, handsome. Come to join the party?
Tramp: All right, all right. No time for wisecracks. I’ve gotta get you out. I’m tellin’ ya, the pressure’s really hot. Signs all over town.
Peg: Gee, thanks.
Bull: You’re a bit of all right, chum.
Tramp: Okay, okay, get going.
Dog Catcher: Hey, what’s goin’ on over there?
Tramp: Scram! And be careful.
Dog Catcher: What? You mangy mutt. Hey, let go. Let go of me!’
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.
Lady: It must be. Jim Dear and Darling are acting so strange.
Trusty: Jim Dear and Darling?
Jock: Hush, man! Now, lassie, get on with the details.
Lady: Well, I first noticed it the other day when Jim Dear came home.
Jim Dear: Down, Lady, down! Darling? Darling, are you alright?
Darling: Of course I am. Why shouldn’t I be?
Jim Dear: I just can’t help worrying. After all, in your condition, alone here all day, and walking that dog.
Jock: That dog?!
Trusty: That dog?
Lady: 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: Oh, yeah.
Lady: But now Darling is– Well, we’ve always enjoyed our afternoon together. But yesterday.
Darling: No, Lady. No walk today. No, Lady. Not now. [Darling’s yarn ball falls off her lap, and Lady grabs it] Lady. Drop that, Lady! Drop it, I say!
Lady: It didn’t hurt, really But Darling has never stuck me…before.
Jock: Now, lassie didn’t 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.
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…”Put that dog out! He’ll get fleas all over the baby!” You start barking at some strange mutt. “Stop that racket, you’ll wake the baby!” 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? A leaky dog house.
Lady: 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: 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! Off with ya! Off 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.
Tramp: What’s the matter, Pidge?
Lady: We can’t go in.
Tramp: Why not?
Lady: Well, the sign says, “No Dogs Allowed.”
Tramp: Yeah, well, well, that’s… That’s the angle.
Tramp: Look, we’ll just wait for the right…Uh-oh! Here we are now. Just lay low.
Zoo Security Guard: Hey, you!
Professor: Uh, I beg your pardon? Were you addressing me?
Zoo Security Guard: 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? All right, now…what’s this creature doing here?
Professor: He’s not my dog. [Tramp jumps into the professor’s arms]
Zoo Security Guard: Oh, he’s not, eh?!
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?! Well, you listen to me! Resisting an officer of the law! Oh, you’re going to pay! [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!
Tramp: 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’d better go through this place from A to Z. Apes. No, no, no, no. No use even asking them.
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! Say, Al? Do you suppose you could nip this contraption off for us?
Al the Alligator: Glad to oblige.
Tramp: Whoa, WHOA!!!! Huh! If anybody ever needed a muzzle, it’s him.
Beaver: [off-screen] TIMBER!!!!
Tramp: Hey, Pidge! Look out! Now, what hair-brained idiot would? Hey, look! A beaver! Here’s the answer to our problem!
Beaver: 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. 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 spillway?!
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: The haulin’! Exactly! Now, what you need is….
Beaver: I’d better bisect this section here.
Tramp: What you need is a log puller! 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?! 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…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?
Tramp: Correct, friend! Now bite hard! 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! 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.
Beaver: Well, thanks a lot! Thanks ever so…say! It works swell!
Lady: But when she put that horrible muzzle on me….
Tramp: Oh, say no more. I get the whole picture. Aunts, cats, muzzles. Well, that’s what comes of tying yourself down to one family.
Lady: Haven’t you a family?
Tramp: One for every day of the week. The point is, none of them have me.
Lady: I’m afraid I don’t understand.
Tramp: It’s simple. You see… Hey! Something tells me it’s supper-time. Come on. I’ll show you what I mean. Now take the Schultzes here. Little Fritzie… That’s me, Pidge. Makes this his Monday home.
Lady: Monday home?
Tramp: Ach, ja! Mondays is Mama Schultz cooking der Wiener schnitzel. Delicious! Now, O’Brien’s here is where little Mike…sure and that’s me again, Pidge. Comes of a Tuesday.
Lady: Of a Tuesday?
Tramp: Begorra and that’s when they’re after havin’ that darlin’ corn beef. [normal voice] You see, Pidge when you’re footloose and collar-free… ah, you take nothing but the best.
Tony: Now-a, first-a we fix-a the table-a.
Joe: Here are-a your bones-a, Tony!
Tony: OK-a. Bones. BONES-A?! What’s-a the matter-a for-a you-a, Joe?! I break-a your face-a! Tonight-a, Butch-a, he’s-a get-a the best-a in-a the house-a!
Joe: Okay, Tony. You the boss-a.
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.
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. Why some of the finest people I ever tracked down were jailbirds.
Jock: Quiet, you great loony! Uh, please, Lassie.
Jim Dear: Darling, look.
Aunt Sarah: And if you want my advice, you’ll destroy that animal at once.
Dog Catcher: Don’t worry, Ma’am. We’ve been after this one for months. We’ll take care of him.
Darling: 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!
Jim Dear: Aunt Sarah!
Darling: Aunt Sarah! Aunt Sarah!
Jim Dear: Aunt Sarah!
Darling: Aunt Sarah! [they enter the house]
Trusty: As my grandpappy, Ol’ 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.
Lady: Oh! Oh, dear!
Tramp: Is something wrong, Pidge?
Lady: It’s morning.
Tramp: Yeah. So it is.
Lady: I should have been home hours ago.
Tramp: Why? Because you still believe in that old “in the faithful old dog tray” routine? Aw, come on, Pidge. Open up your eyes.
Lady: Open my eyes?
Tramp: To what a dog’s life can really be! I’ll show you what I mean. Look down there. Tell me what you see.
Lady: Well, I see nice homes, with yards and fences….
Tramp: Exactly. Life on a leash. Look again, Pidge. Look, there’s a great big hunk of world down there, with no fence around it. Where two dogs can find adventure and excitement. And beyond those distant hills, who knows what wonderful experiences? And it’s all ours for the taking, Pidge. It’s all ours.
Lady: It sounds wonderful.
Lady: But who’d watch over the baby?
Tramp: You win. Come on. I’ll take you home.
Lady: He’s dreaming.
Jock: Aye, dreamin’ of those bonnie bygone days when he and his grandfather were tracking criminals through the swamps.
Lady: They were?
Jock: But that was before…
Lady: Before what?
Jock: ‘Tis time you knew the truth, lassie. It shouldn’t have happened to a dog, but… well, Trusty has lost his sense of smell.
Jock: Aye, but we must never let on that we know, lassie. It would break his poor heart.
Tony: Hey, Joe! Look! Butch-a, he’s got a new girlfriend.
Joe: Well, a-son of a gun! He’s a got a cockerel Spanish-a girl.
Tony: Hey, she’s pretty sweet kiddo, Butch. You take-a Tony’s advice and settle down with this-a one, eh? Hehehe.
Lady: “This-a one”?
Tramp: This-a one… this-a… Oh! Tony, you know. He’s-a not-a speak-a English-a pretty good.
Tramp: Not to change the subject, but, um… ever chased chickens?
Lady: I should say not!
Tramp: Oh-ho, then you’ve never lived!
Lady: But we shouldn’t.
Tramp: I know. That’s what makes it fun. Aw, come on, kid. Start building some memories.
Tramp: Aw, come on, Pidge. It wasn’t my fault.
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.
Lady: I was so embarrassed… and frightened…
Tramp: Oh, now, now. Who could ever harm a little trick like you?
Lady: Trick? Trick! Oh, that reminds me. Who is 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!
Toughy: Hey! Hey, youse guys, look. Poor Nutsy is takin’ the long walk.
Lady: Where is he taking him?
Toughy: Through the one-way door, sister.
Lady: You… you mean he’s…?
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.
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…
Tramp: What’s wrong, pidge?
Lady: A rat!
Lady: Upstairs, in the baby’s room.
Tramp: Which way do I get in?
Lady: Through the little door, on the porch.