When Gabriel's Horn falls from heaven, Annabelle entrusts Charlie and Itchy to recover it. But once on Earth, Charlie falls in love with an ...更多>
Charlie: Hi, I'm Charlie. And, you are? Sasha: Not remotely interested. Charlie: [singing] Everybody's a winner. It's so legit and sincere. It's too heavenly here. Charlie: It's hard to explain, Itch. This place is supposed to have everything but it doesn't. It's too... it's too... [singing] Charlie: it's too heavenly here/It's too graceful and paradise-like/Much too narrow and much too nice like/Endlessly sunny and clear/It's too heavenly here/It's too blissfull to bear/Calm and quiet and much too mellow/ [Knocks over a tray of halos which all go around Itchy] Charlie: /All my brain cells have turned to jello/Every day feels like a year/ [Someone pushes the halos off Itchy and drops both of them] Charlie: It's too heavenly here. [Grabs a harp on the way down] Charlie: I need some action/I need some juice/ [Fires Itchy with the harp like a bow and arrow] Charlie: A crazy kind of feeling of playing fast and loose/Some razzle dazzle and a little stress and strife/I gotta get some life in my life/But it's too heavenly here/There's no way you can be a sinner/Roll the dice/Everyone's a winner/It's so legit and sincere/It's too heavenly here/What good's a hustler/Without scam/I'm wasted talent/That's all that I am/This operator/Is at the wrong adress/Cause there's nothing to finagle/And no one to fineeeeeeeese Angel Choir: [while bathing them] It's so heavenly here/Pure and perfect/Sublime and shining/Every cloud has a silver lining/Everyone's full of good cheer/It's so heavenly here. Charlie: [singing again] They're all so saintly, I just can't relate/There's gotta be an exit/Through that pearly gate/ [Throws his halo just missing Itchy] Charlie: Behold the canine who's been cut down in his prime/ [the halo comes back over his head] Charlie: I may have done the crime/ But I can't do the time/Cause it's too heavenly here/All Hallelujas and Hosannas/It can drive anyone bananas/I'm going out of my head/This joint is deader than dead/I'll give you eight to three/It's too heavenly... Angel Choir: Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Charlie: To heaaaaaveeeeenly heeeeeeeere. Sasha: He's only 8 years old! Charlie: That's 56 in dog years. Itchy: I'm so hungry, I could eat a shoe. Sasha: Fine! Don't listen to me. Listen to your guardian angel. Charlie: David, Cannery Square sounds like a great plan to me. Charlie: Is there a Mr. Sasha? Sasha: No. And I'm not taking applications. [the Labrador gives Sasha a first-place ribbon and a bone for winning the talent contest] Sasha: You advertised a meal for the winner! Labrador: If it's a meal ya want honey, I'll make it ten. Sasha: Honey, I'd rather eat out of the garbage. Labrador: [almost to himself] That's what I had in mind. Charlie: We're talking the streets of Frisco here, not Mount Happy-Go-Lucky. Charlie: Why don't you ask him yourself? Sasha: Now that would be a miracle. Charlie: One miracle coming up. [disappears by taking off the collar and reappears in front of Sasha and kisses her, his miracle goes into her] Sasha: Uhh! Of all the arrogant, presumptuous, egotistical mutt-like... David: Ahh! Now you talk. [Sasha puts her paw over her mouth] David: You must be an angel.