Tramp: (to a pair of pigeons) Hi, gals. How's pickin's? (the pigeons fly away) Tramp: Pretty slim, eh?
(after hearing about the rat in the baby's room) Trusty: The rat! We should've known. Jock: (regretfully) I misjudged him... (meaning Tramp) Jock: badly. Trusty: (running towards the gate) Come on! We've got to stop that wagon! Jock: (hurrying after him) But man, we don't even know which way they've gone! Trusty: (racing down the road) We'll track 'em down! Jock: And then? Trusty: We'll hold 'em. Hold 'em at bay. (they speed around a corner)
Lady approaches the baby's room deep in thought and singing to herself] Lady: What is a baby anyway? / I must find out today / What makes Jim Dear and Darling... act... this... way?
Jock: Lassie? Lassie? Trusty: (very loudly) OHHHHHH, MISS LADY, MAM? MISS LAAAADY.
Si, Am: We are Siamese if you please. We are Siamese if you don't please.
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.
(Trying to explain to Lady that Darling is going to have a baby) 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...
(after being chased into the rich end of town) Tramp: Well! Snob Hill.
(last lines) Trusty: As my grandpappy, Old Reliable, used to say... I don't recollect if I've ever mentioned Old Reliable before? Puppies: No you haven't, Uncle Trusty. Trusty: Huh? I haven't? Well, um... as Old Reliable used to say, he'd say, uh... He'd say, uh... uh... Doggone. You know, I clean forgot what it was he used to say.
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...?
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... 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, dont 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)
Joe: Here's your bones, 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 something like "Spaghetti") Tony: Aha, Okay. Hey, Joe! Butch-a he say he wants-a two spaghetti speciale, heavy on the meats-a ball. Joe: But Tony, dogs don't a-talk. Tony: He's a-talkin' to me! Joe: Okay, he's a-talkin' to you! You the boss!
Tony: Hey, Joe! Look! Butch-a he's got a new girlfriend. Joe: Well, a son of a gun! He's a got a cockrel Spanish a-girl. Tony: Hey, she's a pretty sweet kiddo, Butch. You take-a Tony's advice and a-settle down with this a-one. Lady: "This a-one"? Tramp: This a-one... this a... Oh! Tony, you know. He's a-not speaking the Henglish a-pretty good.
Toughy: (about the Tramp's girlfriends) Yeah. But he never takes them serious. Boris: Ah, but someday he is meeting someone different. Some delicate, fragile creature who's giving him a wish to shelter and protect. Bulldog in Pound: Like Miss Park Avenue 'ere, eh, Matey? Boris: Mmm hmmm, could be. But when he does... Peg: Yeah, I'm way ahead of ya. Under the spell of true love... Bulldog in Pound: The poor chump grows careless... Boris: The Cossacks are picking him up... Toughy: And it's curtains for the Tramp.
Boris: Ah, but remember, my friends. Even Tramp has his Achilles heel. Pedro: Pardon me, amigo. What is this chili deal? Boris: Achilles heel, Pedro. This is meaning his, uh, weaknesses. Toughy: Oh! Oh, the dames. Yeah. Bulldog in Pound: He has an eye for a well-turned paw, he has. Let's see, there's been Lulu... Toughy: Yeah, and Trixie... Dachsie: Und Fifi... Pedro: And my sister, Rosita Chiquita Juanita Chihuahua. I think.