Angel: [Scamp has come out of the lake where he and Angel fell] Scamp? You're alright. I was so worried.

Scamp: So... worried?

Angel: [Scoffs] Yeah right. Get over yourself, house pet.

[Scamp meets Angel for the second time, looks for food in the trash and picks up a banana skin on his nose]

Scamp: Pretty good pickings, huh?

Angel: Hmm. I can see you know your way 'round an alley.

Scamp: It's that obvious?

Angel: Couldn't miss it if I tried.

[Scamp shakes off the banana skin, Angel notices Scamp is wearing a collar, Scamp laughs nervously]

Angel: This must be your diploma from the school of hard knocks.

Scamp: Yeah, I, er, just graduated.

Dog Catcher: You little mutt. You're gonna see what mad is.

Buster: [Repeated line] Beauuutiful...

Scamp: Don't you understand? Just one more test and I'll finally be a Junkyard Dog! That's where I belong.

Angel: No, you don't belong there! You're better than that, Scamp. And that's what I like about you.

Angel: [about "The Tramp"] But, he met his true love...

Buster: He betrayed me! You can't have a family and still be a Junkyard Dog, so I gave Tramp a choice. It was either me, or her. And he picked life at the end of a chain. Hooked up with a real powder puff. Sleepin' on carpets. Free room and board.

[Practically hysterical]

Buster: Livin' the cushy pillow life!

[Pants heavily]

Scamp: What difference does it make? All families are alike. They make you take baths, and - and sleep in a bed, and you have to eat everything in your bowl and when it rains, you have to come indoors! Gah, let's just say you're lucky you've never had to live with a family.

Angel: Wrong again, Tenderfoot.

Scamp: You mean, you had a family?

Angel: Actually, I've had five families.

Angel: It's a good look for you, Buster. The garbage adds some class.

Tramp: Firm discipline molds a pup into a dog.

Lady: You turned out pretty good.

Tramp: Yeah, but I met you. And if is weren't for you, I'd have wound up in the pound.

Angel: The Junkyard Dogs aren't much of a family, but what choice do I have?

Scamp: Well, what more do you need? As a Junkyard Dog, you can stay up late, or dig, or...

Angel: Run.

Scamp: Yeah, or play or dig or...

Angel: [a bright light begins to shine on the two] Run.

Scamp: Right, or chase squirrels...

Angel: [a train can be heard approaching. It is very close] No, I mean run!

Buster: Hey, hey, hey, hey. The Tramp used to scratch like that! You ain't related, are ya?

Scamp: Who, me? No way!

Buster: Good. Because if you were, you'd be kibble.

Scamp: This is everything I've ever dreamed of!

Angel: Dreamed of what? THIS?

[knocks over a can of garbage]