Oliver & Company (1988)

Joey Lawrence: Oliver

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• [after stealing the hot dogs] 

  Oliver : So when are we gonna eat?

  Dodger : We?

  Oliver : Yeah. I'm starvin'.

  Dodger : Listen, kid. I hate to break it to ya, but the dynamic duo is now the dynamic *uno*.

  Oliver : What do ya mean?

  Dodger : What I mean is, our partnership is herewith dissolved.

  Oliver : But, wait! Wait. You're not being fair!

  Dodger : Fares are for tourists, kid. Consider it a free lesson in street savoir faire from New York's coolest quadruped.

• [Georgette sees Oliver in the kitchen] 

  Georgette : I, um, hope you won't think me rude, but do you happen to know out of whose *bowl* you're eating?

  Oliver : Yours?

  Georgette : [sarcastically]  Ooh! Aren't you a clever kitty?

  Georgette : And do you have any idea whose *home* this is?

  Oliver : I... thought it was Jenny's.

  Georgette : Well, it may be Jenny's *house*, but everything from the doorknobs down is *mine*!

• Rita : Cool it, you guys. It's just a cat.

  Tito : Mi madre, un gato!

  Francis : Felis domesticus!

  Rita : How did you find this place, cat?

  Oliver : I-I was following this dog.

  Tito : He's lying! He's lying! He's lying!...

  Rita : [Kicks Tito]  Stop it, Tito.

  Francis : And why would a cat follow a dog?

  Einstein : Yeah!

  Oliver : I just wanted some of the hot dogs I helped him get.

  Tito : He's a spy, man! Come on, let's eat him! You're dead meat, kitty!

• Oliver : What kind of work do we do anyway?

  Tito : Investment banking, man. Didn't you read about us in the Wall Street Journal?

  Oliver : Really?

  Francis : [chucking]  Yes. Captains of Industry.

• Dodger : Ooh, you sure picked the wrong guy to get hot dogs from, kid.

  Oliver : Get away from me!

  Dodger : Whoa! Chill out, man. I don't eat cats. It's too much fur. I've been watching you, and I think you're in serious need of some professional guidance. Now, what do ya say we team up and change old Louie's mind... about sharing those hot dogs?

  Oliver : I'm not goin' back there again.

  Dodger : Hey. It'd be a snap, kid. I'm an expert at these things. All you gotta do is learn some moves.

  Oliver : Moves?

  Dodger : You know. Tempo. Ooo-cha-ba. A rhythm. This city's got a beat. You gotta hook into it. And once you got the beat, you can do anything.

  Oliver : I can?

  Dodger : Absitively posolutely. The man you see before you is affectionately known as Old Louie.

  [cut to Louie the Sausage Vendor, he's very busy making Hot-Dogs, with his dirty look] 

  Dodger : A well-known enemy of the four-legged world. Our mission, cat, is to liberate those all-beef Kosher Franks, and hightail it outta here. Startin' to feel that rhythm?

  Oliver : Well, uh...

  [a Jackhammer pounds the pavement] 

  Oliver : Yeah! Yeah! I do feel it! When are we gonna get those hot dogs?

  Dodger : Right... now.

  [Barking] 

  Louie the Sausage Vendor : Hey! Dog!

  [Gasps] 

  Louie the Sausage Vendor : Hey! Get outta here! Hey!

  [Dodger stealing all sausages] 

  Louie the Sausage Vendor : Hey! Hey. Get outta there! I'll get you!

  [Oliver jumps on the mustard bottle at Louie] 

  Louie the Sausage Vendor : Get outta here!

  [Oliver escapes going to the New York's Construction Area]