Chance: (horse neighs at him) Boy, are you sick or what?
(chasing after ducks on a small pond)
Chance: Hey! Bath toys!
Sassy: (seeing Chance eat greedily) I feel I'm going to be sick
(as Chance starts eating her unwanted food)
Sassy: Hey, now, *stop* it, that's *mine*
Chance: Yeah well, you snooze, you lose!
Sassy: Ugh! Canines!
Chance: Shadow was loyal, Shadow was faithful... Shadow was a chump.
Chance: I'm too pooped to poop.
Chance: (catapults the mountain lion) Hasta la vista, Kitty!
(Chance is chewing on an old boot)
Sassy: Do you have any idea where that's been?
Chance: Yeahhh. That's why I like it. You want some?
Sassy: I'm not really into leather.
Chance: (sees a real live Turkey for a second time) Ahhh! Birdzilla returns
Chance: (after catapulting Sassy into the sandbox) That's why they call it the *cat*-a-pult!
Sassy: (chased by the fat guy) This way, Thunder Butt.
Shadow: (Shadow watches Chance chase a rabbit) There goes the bunny... There goes the pup... There goes breakfast.
Chance: Cats are smarter than dogs, huh? Right. She doesn't even know the meaning of the word, "stay".
Chance: Remember hot dogs, Shadow?
Shadow: Yeah, I wasn't much for the name, though.
Chance: I don't think they're really made of dog.
Shadow: I don't think they're made of meat!
1st Dog at Pound: Hey, pussy cat!
2nd Dog at Pound: Yeah! Shake that tail, baby!
Sassy: Oh, great. Cat calls.
(Chance lets a rabbit run away)
Chance: I hate fast food.
Shadow: That was good, Sassy. A full stomach sure feels good.
Chance: Yeah, you sure do serve a lot better than we do.
Sassy: (burps) Excuse me.
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