advertisement 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.