Oliver & Company (1988)
Billy Joel: Dodger
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Quotes
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Dodger : Absitively posolutely!
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Rita : Where's the kid?
Tito : [coughs after nearly getting barbecued] He must still be in the car, man!
[everyone watches as the limo departs]
Rita : Oh, that poor little kid.
Dodger : You were supposed to keep an eye on him, Tito!
Tito : [coughs] Yeah. Well, it's hard to watch anything when you're getting barbecued, man!
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Dodger : [singing] Why should I worry? Why should I care? I may not have a dime, but I've got street savoir-faire. Why should I worry? Why should I care? It's just be-bopulation, but I've got street savoir-faire.
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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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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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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!
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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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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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Dodger : Whoa! Chill out, man. I don't eat cats. It's too much fur.
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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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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]
