Lady and the Tramp Page #3

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Got to slide this sycamore to the...

...swamp.

Well, this will only take a second.

Only a second? Listen, sonny.

Do you realize every second,

70 centimeters of water

is wasted over that spillway?

- Yeah, but...

- Gotta get this log movin', sonny.

Gotta get it moving.

Think the cuttin' takes the time?

It's the doggone haulin'.

The haulin'. Exactly.

- Now, what you need...

- I'd better bisect this section here.

What you need is a log puller.

I said a log puller!

I ain't deaf, sonny.

There's no need to...

Did you say log puller?

And by a lucky coincidence

you see before you

modelled by the lovely little lady

the new, improved,

patented, handy dandy,

never-fail little giant log puller.

The busy beaver's friend.

You don't say?

Guaranteed not to wear,

tear, rip or ravel.

Show the customer the merchandise.

And it cuts log-hauling time

66 percent.

Sixty-six percent?

Think of that.

- Well, how's it work?

- Why, it's no work at all.

You merely slip this ring

over the limb like this,

and haul it off.

Say...

You mind if I slip it on for size?

Help yourself, friend.

OK. Don't mind if I do.

How do you get the

consarned thing off, sonny?

Glad you brought that up.

Glad you brought that up.

To remove it, simply place

the strap between your teeth...

Like this?

Correct, friend.

Now bite hard.

You see?

It's off.

Say, that is simple.

Well, friend, we'll be

on our way now, so...

Not so fast now, sonny..

I'II have to make

certain it's satisfactory

before we settle on a price.

Oh, no,

it's all yours, friend.

You can keep it.

I can?

I can?

It's a free sample.

Well, thanks a lot.

Thanks ever so...

Say!

It works swell.

But when she put

that horrible muzzle on me...

Say no more.

I get the whole picture.

Aunts. Cats. Muzzles.

Well, that's what comes of tying

yourself down to one family.

Haven't you a family?

One for every day of the week.

The point is,

none of them have me.

I'm afraid I don't understand.

It's simple.

You see...

Hey.

Something tells me it's suppertime.

Come on.

I'II show you what I mean.

Take the Schultzes here.

Little Fritzie,

that's me, Pige,

makes this his Monday home.

- Monday home?

- Ach,ja.

Monday's is Mama Schultz

cooking der Wiener Schnitzel.

Delicious.

Now, O'Brian's

here is where little Mike,

that's me again, Pige,

- comes every Tuesday.

- Every Tuesday?

Begorra.

And that's when they're havin'

their darlin' corned beef.

You see, Pige,

when you're footloose and collar-free,

well, you take nothing but the best.

Hey!

Tony's!

Of course. The very place

for a very special occasion.

This way, Pige. I have

my own private entrance.

Wait here.

Just one minute.

I'm a-comin'. I'm...

What's a-matter? Somebody's

a-makin' da April Fool...

Oh, hello, Butch.

Where you been so long?

Hey, Joe,

look who's here.

Well, what do you know?

It's Butch.

Hey, hey, hey!

Joe, bring some bones

for Butchy before he eat me up.

OK, Tony. OK.

Bones a-coming up.

What's this?

Hey, Joe, look.

Butchy, he's got a new girlfriend.

Well, a son of a gun!

He's a got a cockerel Spanish a-girl.

Hey, she's a pretty sweet kiddo, Butch.

You take-a Tony's advice

and a-settle down with this-a one?

"This a-one?"

This one. This... Oh!

Tony, you know.

He's a-not a-speaking

English a-pretty good.

Now, first we fix-a the table.

- Here's your bones, Tony.

- OK, bones. Bones?

What's the matter with you, Joe?

I break-a your face.

Tonight, Butch,

he gets the best in the house.

OK, Tony, you the boss.

Tell me, what's your pleasure?

A la carte? Dinner?

OK.

Hey, Joe.

Butch-a, he says

he wants-a two spaghetti speciale.

Heavy on the meats-a ball.

Tony, dogs don't talk.

- He's a-talkin' to me!

- OK, he's a-talkin' to you.

You the boss.

Now here you are.

The best spaghetti in town.

For this is the night

It's a beautiful night

And we call it

Bella notte

Look at the skies

They have stars in their eyes

On this lovely bella notte

Side by side

With your loved one

You'll find enchantment here

The night will weave its magic spell

When the one you love is near

For

This is the night

And the heavens are right

On this lovely

Bella notte

This is the night

It's a beautiful night

And we call it

Bella notte

Look at the skies

They have stars in their eyes

On this lovely

Bella notte

Side by side with your loved one

You'll find enchantment here

The night will weave its magic spell

When the one you love is near

For this is the night

And the heavens are right

On this lovely

Bella notte

Oh! Oh, dear.

Is something wrong, Pige?

- It's morning.

- Yeah.

So it is.

I should have been home hours ago.

Why? Because

you still believe in that,

"in the faithful old dog tray" routine?

Come on, Pige.

Open up your eyes.

Open my eyes?

To what a dog's life can really be.

I'II show you what I mean.

Look down there.

Tell me what you see.

Well, I see nice homes

with yards and fences.

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.

It sounds wonderful.

But?

But who'd watch over the baby?

You win.

Come on.

I'II take you home.

It's a beautiful night

And they call it...

Not to change the subject, but...

Ever chased chickens?

I should say not!

Then you've never lived.

- But we shouldn't.

- I know.

That's what makes it fun.

Come on, kid.

Start building some memories.

But we...

We won't hurt the chickens?

Hurt 'em? No!

We'll just stir 'em up a bit.

Just look at those fat, lazy biddies.

Why, they should've

been up hours ago.

Some fun, hey, kid?

Hey, what's going on in there?

What's that?

That's the signal to get going.

Come on.

- This is living, hey, kid!

- Is it?

Come on, Pige.

Follow me.

You know, there's a little bit of bird

dog in all of us, Pige.

Pige? Pige?

Pige? Where are you, Pige?

Pige?

Pigeon?

Oh, Pige!

Hey. Hey, Dachsie,

how we coming?

Just one more chorus and we're out.

OK. On a downbeat.

One, two...

Put her in number four, Bill,

- while I check her license number.

- OK.

All right, baby, in here.

Well, look yous guys,

Miss Park Avenue herself.

Blimey.

A regular bloomin' debutante.

Yeah. And pipe the

crown jewel she's wearin'.

Hey, whatcha in for, sweetheart?

Putting fleas on the butler?

AII right, you guys.

Lay off, will you?

What's the matter, Peg?

We was only havin'

a bit of sport, we was.

Can't you see the poor kid's

scared enough already?

Pay no attention,

my little ochi chernye.

That's right, dearie.

They don't mean no real harm.

It's like Gorky says

in Lower Depths, quote:

"Miserable being must find

more miserable being.

Then he's happy."

- Unquote.

- Boris is a philosopher.

Besides, little bublichki,

wearing license here,

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