The Fox and the Hound

Dinky: Good work, Boomer. We've got him this time. Shh! I think he's in there. Big Mama: Whew! Am I glad I found you boys. There's no time to lose. I need your help. Now come on. Come on. Dinky: Let's go, Boomer. Come on. Boomer: Yeah, but... Oh, shucks. Oh, poor little guy. Big Mama: Don't you worry now. We're going to find someone to look after you. Dinky: Hmm. Hmm. Hey, I think I got an idea. [Boomer chuckles] OK, Boomer, now you know what to do. Boomer: Yeah, leave it to me. Leave it to me. Widow Tweed: Who is it? Well, I was sure I heard someone knocking. [gasps] Oh, dear! My laundry! Oh, here! Stop it! Oh, you pesky birds! Will you come back here? Oh, stop! Well, I wonder what got into those birds. Well, bless my soul! Why, it's a baby fox. Oh. Hello, little fella. I wonder where its mother is. Come on, now. I'm not going to harm you. Now, now. Oh, isn't that? Oh, my, my. You're a feisty little rascal, aren't you? There, there, now. Calm down. No, I just can't leave you out here

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Young Tod: [Boomer accidentally pecks off the branch he's standing on and falls while he chases Squeeks] What happened to you? Golly! Boomer: Oh, shucks! I think I bent my beak. Dinky: [to Boomer; angrily] Now see what you done? You cost us our breakfast. Boomer: I cost us our breakfast? It was your fault. Dinky: What are you talking, my fault? Young Tod: [Dinky and Boomer begin to argue. Squeeks yawns] A worm for breakfast? Yuck! Blecch!

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Young Tod: I'm a fox. My name's Tod. What's your name, kid? Young Copper: Mine's Copper. I'm a hound dog.

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Young Tod: Copper, you're my very best friend. Young Copper: And you're mine too, Tod. Young Tod: And we'll always be friends forever, won't we? Young Copper: Yeah, forever. Young Tod: Hey, let's go swimming! Young Copper: Give me a head start and I can beat you! Amos Slade: Dagnabbit! That Copper pup's gone and strayed off again. [to Chief] Come on, Chief. If that little rascal's gonna make me a good hunting dog, he's gotta learn to mind. [he and Chief storm off into the forest to look for Copper. Copper hears Amos whistling for him while he swims with Tod] Copper, get over here! [whistles again] Copper! Young Copper: Uh-oh, I gotta go home. Young Tod: Do you have to? We're having too much fun. Young Copper: I gotta. He sounds awful mad. Young Tod: I'll see you tomorrow! And don't forget! Young Copper: I won't! Young Tod: Hey, Copper, what happened to you? Why didn't you...? [sees Copper with a rope tied behind his collar] Golly! You're all tied up. Young Copper: Yeah, and it's no fun

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Widow Tweed: [hears a shot; shocked] Tod! [Amos shoots his gun, but misses Tod] Amos Slade, you trigger-happy lunatic! Give me that gun! [takes Amos' gun and angrily shoots the radiator of Amos' truck, which hisses] Amos Slade: My radiator! Why, you blasted female. I'll... I'll... Widow Tweed: [aims the gun at him] Hold it right there! Amos Slade: Watch it! That thing's loaded! Widow Tweed: [shoots the last bullet in the air] Now it ain't loaded! [tosses the empty gun back to Amos, who throws it into his truck] Amos Slade: Dagnabbit, woman! Your thieving fox was after my chickens! Widow Tweed: Rubbish and poppycock! I don't believe it. He wouldn't hurt a thing. Amos Slade: You calling me a liar, you muddleheaded female? I saw it happen! Widow Tweed: Amos Slade, that temper of yours is going to get you into a lot of trouble someday. Amos Slade: Temper? Temper, woman? You ain't seen my temper! [throws his hat to the ground and stomps on it] If I ever catch that fox on my property again,

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Amos Slade: Aw, come on, Chief. Just 'cause you're not sitting up front, that ain't no reason to be a sorehead. Shucks, if it weren't for you, Copper'd never have turned into a good hunting dog. Yes, sirree. Now I got me the best two dogs there is. Right, Copper? Isn't he something, Chief? Tod: Look, Big Mama! Copper's back! Boy, has he grown big. Big Mama: Uh-huh. And look at that big pile of skins he helped track down. Tod: I know, Big Mama. He's a hunting dog now. Big Mama: You're right. And you're a fox. Tod: Ah, that won't make any difference. Copper's gonna be glad to see me. Big Mama: Well, honey, just don't get your hopes too high. Tod: Look, don't worry. I'll be careful. I'll go tonight when Chief and the hunter are asleep. Copper: Boy, it's great to be back home, isn't it, Chief? Aw, come on, Chief. You aren't still sore, are you? Hey, hey, come on. Let's scuffle. We ain't scuffled in a long time. Come on, Chief! Let's have some fun! Chief: Oh, lay off, Copper, you overgrown

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