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Angel:
[Scamp has come out of the lake where he and Angel fell] Scamp? You're alright. I was so worried.
Scamp:
So... worried?
Angel:
[Scoffs] Yeah right. Get over yourself, housepet.
Dog Catcher:
You little mutt. You're gonna see what mad is.
Buster:
[Repeated line] Beauuutiful...
Scamp:
Don't you undersatnd? Just one more test and I'll finally be a Junkyard Dog! *That's* where I belong.
Angel:
No, you *don't* belong there! You're better than that, Scamp. And that's what I like about you.
Angel:
[about "The Tramp"] But, he met his true love...
Buster:
He betrayed me! You can't have a family and still be a Junkyard Dog, so I gave Tramp a choice. It was either me, or her. And he picked life at the end of a chain. Hooked up with a real powderpuff. Sleepin' on carpets. Free room and board.
[Practically hysterical]
Buster:
Livin' the cushy pillow life!
[Pants heavily]
Scamp:
What difference does it make? All families are alike. They make you take baths, and-and sleep in a bed, and you have to eat everything in your bowl and when it rains, you have to come indoors! Gah, let's just say you're lucky you've never had to live with a family.
Angel:
Wrong again, Tenderfoot.
Scamp:
You mean, you had a family?
Angel:
Actually, I've had five familes.
Angel:
It's a good look for you, Buster. The garbage adds some class.
Tramp:
Firm dicipline mold a pup into a dog.
Lady:
You turned out pretty good.
Tramp:
Yeah, but I met you. And if is weren't for you, I'd have wound up in the pound.
Angel:
The Junkyard Dogs aren't much of a family, but what choice do I have?
Scamp:
Well, what more do you need? As a Junkyard Dog, you can stay up late, or dig, or...
Angel:
Run.
Scamp:
Yeah, or play or dig or...
Angel:
[a bright light begins to shine on the two] *Run*
Scamp:
Right, or chase squirrels...
Angel:
[a train can be heard approaching. It is very close] No, I mean *run*!
Buster:
Hey, hey, hey, hey. The Tramp used to scratch like that! You ain't related, are ya?
Scamp:
Who, me? No way!
Buster:
Good. Because if you were, you'd be kibble.
Scamp:
This is everything I've ever dreamed of!
Angel:
Dreamed of what? THIS?
[knocks over a can of garbage]
[Scamp meets Angel for the second time, looks for food in the trash and picks up a banana skin on his nose]
Scamp:
Pretty good pickings, huh?
Angel:
Hmm. I can see you know your way 'round an alley.
Scamp:
It's that obvious?
Angel:
Couldn't miss it if I tried.
[Scamp shakes off the banana skin, Angel notices Scamp is wearing a collar, Scamp laughs nervously]
Angel:
This must be your diploma from the school of hard knocks.
Scamp:
Yeah, I, er, just graduated.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
