Movie Quotes Blog

Dodger:
Roscoe, Roscoe. Is this us losing our sense of humor?

Roscoe:
Nah, I ain’t lost my sense of humor.

[Kicks over the TV]

Roscoe:
See? I find that funny.

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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.

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Francis:
My name is Francis. Fran-cis. Not Frank. Not Frankie. Francis.

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[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*!

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Dodger:
Whoa! Chill out, man. I don’t eat cats. It’s too much fur.

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Sykes:
[opens the car door to empty his ashtray, almost pushing Fagin off the pier] I don’t think you grasp the severity of the situation.

Fagin:
[hangs on to the sideview mirror to keep from falling] Oh, no, I grasp it. See? This is how I grasp.

[the mirror comes off and falls in the water]

Fagin:
Accident! Accident!

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Tito:
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Ignacio Alonso Julio Federico De Tito.

Georgette:
Get away from me, you little bug-eyed creep.

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Dodger:
Picture the city. 8th and Broadway. The crowd’s hustling. The traffic’s roaring. The hot dogs are sizzling.

Einstein:
I love a story with food in it.

Dodger:
Enter Dodger, one bad puppy. Not just out for himself, but community minded. But he’s not alone. Enter the opposition. A vicious, ugly, psychotic monster. Gleaming claws, dripping fangs, and nine lives, all of them hungry. He came at me, his eyes burning. I knew my time had come. Suddenly…

[Oliver falls from the roof, spooking everyone]

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Georgette:
Don’t you come any closer! I knew this would happen someday.

Dodger:
Oh, you’ve barking up the wrong tree, sister. It’s not you we’re after.

Georgette:
It’s not?

[insulted]

Georgette:
It’s *not*? Well *why* not? What’s the problem, Spot? Not good enough for you? I mean, do you even know who I am? 56 blue ribbons. 14 regional trophies. Six-time national champion!

Dodger:
Oh, and we’re all very impressed. Right, guys?

Tito:
Very impressed!

Dodger:
This city’s got a beat, and you gotta hook into it. And once you get the beat, you can do anything.

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Einstein:
Look what I found!

[a broken tennis racket]

Francis:
Good show. Now all we need is a net and a tennis court.

Einstein:
Do you think this place is big enough?

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Fagin:
I don’t wanna put any undue pressure on you, but as you march off to do your duty, I want you to keep one thing in mind. Dead men do not buy dog food!

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Dodger:
Hey, keep it down, guys. The game’s on.

Tito:
Oh boy, Dodger. Tough dog have to get help from a CAT!

Dodger:
Hey, Tito, uh, cool it, man.

Tito:
Come on, let’s see this big, bad kitty fight in action!

Dodger:
Hey Tito, LOOK!

[Tito looks away, Dodger jumps on him]

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Tito:
[pulling out an old wallet] Check it out.

Francis:
Oh, shredded leather.

Tito:
Shredded wha… What you talkin’ about, man? That’s a primo wallet, man.

Francis:
Rubbish, you mean.

Tito:
All right, that does it, Frankie, man! You insulted my pride! That means death!

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Dodger:
You’re all right, kid, for a cat. We’ll keep a spot open in the gang for ya. Vice president, uptown chapter.

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Sykes:
Now, I lent you some money, and I don’t see it. Do you know what happens when I don’t see my money, Fagin?

[rolls up the car window on Fagin’s neck]

Sykes:
People get hurt. People like you get hurt. Do I make myself clear?

Fagin:
[wheezing] Clear! Perfectly clear!

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Dodger:
All right, you guys. If Mr. Sykes don’t see some cold, hard cash, we are Doberman chow.

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Tito:
I don’t have time for long goodbyes, but here’s something to remember me by, baby.

[Tries to kiss Georgette; she hits him and he falls out the window]

Tito:
Ooh, I think she likes me, man!

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Tito:
Hey, man, if this is torture, chain me to the wall.

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[Jenny is at the wharf to ransom Oliver, unaware that Fagin is the kidnapper]

Jenny:
And what kind of person would steal an innocent little kitty?

Fagin:
Well, I… I mean, he… He might be up against a stone wall, at the end of his rope.

[Jenny starts sobbing]

Fagin:
He must have been a poor, desperate man.

Jenny:
It’s still wrong. I’m scared. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to do.

Fagin:
Neither do I.

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[Jenny has found Oliver and wants to keep him]

Winston:
I know you’re growing attached to the little fellow, but do try to understand. Your parents left me responsible for you.

Jenny:
They won’t mind. Really. Don’t worry, kitty. I’ll take care of you.

Winston:
Georgette is not going to like this.

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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!

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Sykes:
So, Fagin. Did we bring something green and wrinkly to make Sykes happy?

Fagin:
Sykes, I have an airtight kitty - plan. Plan! It’s sweet and simple, the plan… Let me start over again.

Sykes:
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.

Fagin:
I got this kitty, see…

Sykes:
What am I going to do with you, Fagin?

Fagin:
Please, Sykes…

Sykes:
If you don’t have my money…

[he snaps his fingers and the Dobermans jump at Fagin; Dodger intercepts them and they fight]

Fagin:
No, no, Sykes! Please, stop! Your money’s coming tonight! It’s coming tonight! It’s from a rich cat - I mean, a cat from a rich family! They’re coming with the money I owe you to get their cat back!

[Sykes snaps his fingers again; the Dobermans stop fighting, leaving Dodger unconscious on the floor]

Sykes:
Well, looks like you’re doing all right for yourself. I’m proud of you, Fagin. Yeah, you’re starting to think big. You have twelve hours. And Fagin… this is your last chance.

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Dodger:
You wanna leave? Fine! There’s the door.

Einstein:
But he just got here.

Dodger:
Go on. No one’s stoppin’ ya.

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Tito:
It’s hard to watch anything when you’re being barbecued, man.

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Winston:
Rise and shine, Georgette. Your public awaits.

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Dodger:
Absitively posolutely!

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Georgette:
[singing] You pretty pups all over the city / I have your hearts and you have my pity / Pretty is nice, but still it’s just pretty / Perfect, my dears, is me.

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Georgette:
[singing] Girl, we’ve got work to do / Pass me the paint and glue / Perfect isn’t easy / But… it’s… me! /And when one knows the world is watching / One does what one must / Some minor adjustments, Darling / Not for my vanity / But for humanity.

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Tito:
It’s newspaper burritos for breakfast again, man.

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Francis:
[to Roscoe] Isn’t it rather dangerous to use ones entire vocabulary in a single sentence?

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Tito:
[in the limo] Forget Fagin, man. Let’s take this baby to Atlantic City.

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Fagin:
My days are numbered, and the number is three.

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Tito:
Hey, man, you’re ugly! And you’re uglier than him! And you’re Ugly, Part Three! Hey, you’re Revenge of the Ugly!

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Sykes:
Three sunrises. Three sunsets. Three days, Fagin.

Fagin:
[counting on his fingers] Three sunrises. Three sunsets. Three days. Three, three, three. That’s nine. Nine?

Sykes:
No, Fagin. Three.

Fagin:
Three? Oh, you mean, just three days? Oh, my goodness! Oh, I’m having a bad day!

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Rita:
Excuse me, assistant, who’s Rex?

Georgette:
NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!

[to Francis, who is eating chocolates]

Georgette:
and YOU, Tubby, OFF THE BED!

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Jenny:
For the kitty, the house speciality: oeufs a la Jenny avec Cocoa Krispies.

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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.

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