Tramp Quotes in Lady and the Tramp (1955)

Lady: Oh! Oh, dear!

Tramp: Is something wrong, Pidge?

Lady: It's morning.

Tramp: Yeah. So it is.

Lady: I should have been home hours ago.

Tramp: Why? Because you still believe in that old "in the faithful old dog tray" routine? Aw, come on, Pidge. Open up your eyes.

Lady: Open my eyes?

Tramp: To what a dog's life can really be! I'll show you what I mean. Look down there. Tell me what you see.

Lady: Well, I see nice homes, with yards and fences...

Tramp: Exactly. Life on a leash. Look again, Pige. Look, there's a great big hunk of world down there, with no fence around it. Where two dogs can find adventure and excitement. And beyond those distant hills, who knows what wonderful experiences? And it's all ours for the taking, Pige. It's all ours.

Lady: It sound wonderful.

Tramp: But?

Lady: But who'd watch over the baby?

Tramp: [shaking his head] You win. Come on. I'll take you home.

Lady: What's a... baby?

Jock: Well, they... they resemble humans.

Trusty: But I'd say a mite smaller.

Jock: Aye, and they walk on all fours.

Trusty: And if I remember correctly... they beller a lot.

Jock: Aye, and they're very expensive. You'll no be permitted to play wi' it.

Trusty: But they're mighty sweet.

Jock: And very very soft.

Tramp: Just a cute little bundle... of trouble!

Lady: ...But when she put that horrible muzzle on me...

Tramp: Say no more, I get the whole picture. Aunts, cats, muzzles... Well, that what comes of tying yourself down to one family.

Lady: Haven't you a family?

Tramp: One for every day of the week. The point is, none of them have me.

Tony: Hey, Joe! Look! Butch-a, he's got a new girlfriend.

Joe: Well, a-son of a gun! He's a got a cockerel Spanish-a girl.

Tony: Hey, she's pretty sweet kiddo, Butch. You take-a Tony's advice and settle down with this-a one, eh? Hehehe.

Lady: "This-a one"?

Tramp: This-a one... this-a... Oh! Tony, you know. He's-a not-a speak-a English-a pretty good.

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-I can explain...

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, don't 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]

Tramp: Just a cute little bundle... of trouble. Yeah, they scratch, pinch, pull ears... Aw, but shucks, any dog can take that. It's what they do to your happy home. Move it over, will ya, friend? Homewreckers, that's what they are!

Jock: Look here, laddie! Who are you to barge in?

Tramp: The voice of experience, buster. Just wait 'til Junior gets here. You feel the urge for a nice, comfortable scratch, and... "Put that dog out! He'll get fleas all over the baby!" You start barking at some strange mutt...

[Barks]

Tramp: "Stop that racket, you'll wake the baby!" And then... then they hit you on the room and board department. Oh, remember those nice, juicy cuts of beef? Forget 'em. Leftover baby food. And that nice, warm bed by the fire? A leaky dog house.

Lady: Oh, dear!

Jock: Dinnae listen, lassie. No human is that cruel!

Trusty: Of course not, Miss Lady. Why, everybody knows a dog's best friend is his human.

Tramp: [laughing] Oh, come on now, fellas! You haven't fallen for that old line now, have you?

Jock: Aye, and we've no need for mongr-r-rels and their r-r-radical ideas. Off with ya now! Off with ya! Off with ya!

Tramp: Okay, Sandy.

Jock: The name's Jock!

Tramp: Okay, Jock.

Jock: Heather Lad of Glencairn, to you!

Tramp: Okay, okay, okay! But remember this, Pigeon, a human heart has only so much room for love and affection. When a baby moves in, the dog moves out.

Tramp: [at the zoo] We better go through this place from A to Z. Apes? No, no, no use even asking them. They wouldn't understand.

Lady: They wouldn't?

Tramp: Uh-uh. Too closely related to humans. Oh-oh! Alligators. Now there's an idea!

[to the alligator about the muzzle]

Tramp: Say Al, do you suppose you could nip this contraption off for us?

Al the Alligator: [echoing] Glad to oblige...

[opens his huge mouth to snap off the muzzle, and Lady looks right into his jaws]

Tramp: Whoa! WHOA!

[pulls Lady away at the last second; a nearby hyena laughs at them]

Tramp: Huh. If anybody ever needed a muzzle, it's him.

Tramp: [preparing to leave] Well, friend, we'll be on our way now, so...

Beaver: Uh-uh-uh! Not so fast, sonny.

[puts on the muzzle]

Beaver: I'll have to make certain it's satisfactory before we settle on a price.

Tramp: Oh, no. It's all yours, friend. You can keep it.

Beaver: I can, eh?

[excitedly]

Beaver: I can?

Lady: Uh-huh. It's a free sample.

Beaver: [very pleased] Well, thanks a lot. Thanks ever so...

[he slips and falls, dragging the log along; they land in the pond, where the log fits neatly over the dam spillway]

Beaver: [proudly] Say! It works swell!

Tramp: Now take the Schultzes here. Little Fritzy - that's me, Pidge - makes this his Monday home.

Lady: Monday home?

Tramp: [German accent] Ach, ja! Mondays is Mama Schultz cooking der Wienerschnitzel.

[Drops accent]

Tramp: Mmm-mmm. Delicious.

Tramp: [Irish accent] Now, O'Brien's here is where little Mike - sure'n that's me again, Pidge - comes of a Tuesday.

Lady: Of a Tuesday?

Tramp: [Continuing accent] Begorra, that's when they're after havin' the darlin' corned beef.

[Drops accent]

Tramp: You see, Pidge, when you're footloose and collar-free, well, you take nothing but the best.

Tramp: Not to change the subject, but, um... ever chased chickens?

Lady: I should say not!

Tramp: Oh-ho, then you've never lived!

Lady: But we shouldn't.

Tramp: I know. That's what makes it fun. Aw, come on, kid. Start building some memories.

Beaver: [struggling with a log] Ah-ah-ah, busy sonny, busy! Gotta slide this sycamore to the - ung - swamp!

Tramp: But this'll only take a second of your time...

Beaver: Only a second! Listen, listen sonny, you realize every second, seventy centimeters of water is wasted over that spillway?

Tramp: Yeah, but...

Beaver: Gotta get this log movin', sonny, gotta get it movin'! T'ain't the cuttin' take's the time, it's the doggone haulin'!

Tramp: [looking from the leash to a branch on the log] The hauling! Exactly! Now, what you need is...

Beaver: [chewing through part of the log] Better bisect this section here...

Tramp: What you need is a log puller.

[yelling]

Tramp: I SAID A LOG PULLER!

Beaver: I ain't deef, sonny. There's no need to... Did you say log puller?

Tramp: [like a salesman] Haha, and by lucky coincidence, you see before you, modeled by the lovely little lady, the new, improved, patented, handy-dandy, never-fail little giant log puller. The busy beaver's friend!

Beaver: You don't say!

Tramp: Guaranteed not to wear, tear, rip or ravel. Turn around, sister, and show the customer the merchandise. And it cuts log-hauling time sixty-six percent!

Beaver: Sixty-six percent, eh? Figure that! Well, how's it work?

Tramp: [demonstrating] Why, it's no work at all! You merely slip this ring over the limb like this, and haul it off!

Beaver: Uh, say, d'you mind if I slip it on for size?

Tramp: Help yourself, friend, help yourself!

Beaver: Okay! Hehe. Don't mind if I do! Uh... how'd'ya get the carn-starnded thing off, sonny?

Tramp: Glad you brought that up, friend, glad you brought that up! To remove it, simply place the strap between your teeth...

Beaver: Like this?

Tramp: Kee-rect, friend. Now bite HARD!

[beaver bites the muzzle off]

Tramp: You see?

Lady: It's off!

Beaver: Say, that *is* simple!

Tramp: [to a pair of pigeons] Hi, gals. How's pickins?

[the pigeons fly away]

Tramp: Pretty slim, eh?

Tramp: [looking around at the rich end of town] I'll bet they got a lid on every trash can.

[sees a small metal fence around a tree]

Tramp: Uh-oh, and a fence around every tree. I wonder what the leash-and-collar set does for excitement?

[after being chased into the rich end of town]

Tramp: Well! Snob Hill.

Poppy: Where are you going?

Tramp: Longest way out, shortest way home.

Poppy: Oh, Sod's Law.

Tramp: [whispering very softly] Is he gone?

Poppy: Alright, you what?

Tramp: [moves towards Poppy urgently, whispering] Is he gone?

Poppy: Ease up! What?

Tramp: [whispering urgently] Is he gone? Is he gone?

Poppy: Is who gone?

Tramp: [whispering] The rubber knocker man.

Poppy: What?

Tramp: [whispering with emphasis] The rubber knocker man.

Poppy: Oh, the rubber knocker man! Why didn't you say?

Tramp: [whispering urgently] Is he gone? Is he gone?

Poppy: Yah yah, yah. He's gone, he's gone.

[playing along, looking behind her]

Poppy: I see him. He's a-running. He's a-rubbing his knockers. He's gone.

[Alex has the tramp pinned down]

Tramp: Well, go on, do me in you bastard cowards! I don't want to live anyway, not in a stinking world like this!

Alex: Oh? And what's so stinking about it?

Tramp: It's a stinking world because there's no law and order anymore! It's a stinking world because it lets the young get on to the old, like you done. Oh, it's no world for an old man any longer. What sort of a world is it at all? Men on the moon, and men spinning around the earth, and there's not no attention paid to earthly law and order no more.

[He starts singing another song, and Alex and his droogs proceed to beat him]

Tramp: Can ye spare some cutter, me brothers?

Tramp: In Dublin's fair city / Where the girls are so pretty, / I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone. / As she wheel'd her wheel barrow, / Thro' streets broad and narrow, / Crying "cockles and mussels alive alive O!" / "alive, alive O! Alive, alive O! / Crying Cockles and Mussels alive, alive O!" / As everybody's knowing, You've got a decent tongue, / Whene'er it's set agoing.

[repeated line]

Tramp: Could you spare some cutter, me brother?

Dr. John Beck: You're quite the philsopher!

Tramp: That's me: Jack-of-all-thoughts and master of none.