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LABRADOUR: If you got romance on your mind. Ya da ta da da. You sing pretty good for a stray.
SASHA: Can I have my prize now? Oh. What?
You advertised a meal for the winner.
LABRADOUR: If it's a meal you want, I'm off at 10:00.
SASHA: Honey, I'd rather eat out of the garbage.
LABRADOUR: Hey, uh. That's what I had in mind. Bonsoir, Frenchy. It's your lucky night.
DOG LADY: You show me yours, and I'll show you mine.
LABRADOUR: What do you serve with that shake, baby?
ITCHY: This is going to be fast, right? We got a horn to find.
CHARLIE: Ah. Take notes, Itchy. You're about to watch a master. You must hear this all the time. But
you sing like an angel
SASHA: Excuse me.
CHARLIE: The name's Barkin. Charlie Barkin. And you are?
SASHA: Not even remotely interested.
CHARLIE: Oh. That's a mouthful.
SASHA: Down boy.
CHARLIE: Let me help. Ah, come on.
SASHA: Give me that.
CHARLIE: It's no problem.
SASHA: No, please.
WAITRESS: Hey, sister. No free eats.
CHARLIE: I'll take care of it. Put it on Carface's tab.
CHARLIE: Now. Where were. Huh?
ITCHY: Hey, Charlie!
I noted how you swept the lady off her feet.
CHARLIE: So, I'm rusty. Let's make a little home delivery.
ITCHY: I'll never get back to heaven. Oh-ho, shucks. Something tells me you're forgetting about the horn.
CHARLIE: Would you take it easy? There's plenty of time for that.
ITCHY: Come on. Anabelle is not going to like this, Charlie.
CHARLIE: Nice digs, huh, Itchy?
SASHA: You! What do you want?
You left your doggy bag
SASHA: Oh, right. Um, thanks. Thanks a lot.
CHARLIE: There's more than enough. If you want some company, we could stick around.
SASHA: Sorry, I've got a kid.
CHARLIE: Uh, yeah, but, uh. I'm good with kids. Whoa. She's got a "kid" kid.
DAVID: Thanks, girl.
CHARLIE: What did he do, follow you home?
DAVID: Aah! You can talk?
ITCHY: Please, don't encourage him.
DAVID: Aah! Whoa!
SASHA: He understands you?
CHARLIE: Of course he can.
DAVID: Holy cow!
CHARLIE: Holy dogs, actually. I'm Charlie. He's Itchy.
SASHA: What's going on here? And I want the truth.
CHARLIE: The truth? I'm an angel.
ITCHY: Oh, boy.
DAVID: Come on.
Somebody's playing a trick.
CHARLIE: Ok. Ok. If I'm not an angel, how can I do this! Whew. Wait a minute. Run, jump, fly? What did I forget? Of course. Watch this, kid.
CHARLIE: Please. Hold your applause. Ta-da!
DAVID: Wow! That was the best trick I've ever seen.
DAVID: I do magic, too. Give me the ball, boy.
ITCHY: Wow! That was, that was real i can't, more. More.
CHARLIE: The kid's good.
CHARLIE: I could help his technique.
That little boy is lost. If you want to help, ask him where he lives.
ITCHY: Charlie, look. It's a miracle.
CHARLIE: Why not ask him yourself?
SASHA: Now, that would be a miracle.
CHARLIE: One miracle, coming up.
SASHA: Of all the arrogant, presumptuous, egotistical mutts I've ever met.
DAVID: Now you talk. You must be an angel.
ITCHY: Hey, Charlie,
you used up your miracle, and that was for an emergency.
CHARLIE: It seemed like an emergency.
DAVID: You must be my guardian angel.
SASHA: Your what?
CHARLIE: Your what?
My mom said everyone has a guardian angel.
You're here because I ran away from home, right?
CHARLIE: Uh, sure. Right, kid. We're going to make some team, huh?
SASHA: You mean, you're not lost?
DAVID: Not anymore. I got my guardian angel.
SASHA: Hold it. Why'd you run away?
DAVID: You tell her.
ITCHY: This ought to be good.
CHARLIE: It's, um, um, uh. You're having, uh. Kid problems?
DAVID: Yeah, with my stepmom.
CHARLIE: Knew it. Eh, I knew it.
DAVID: She wants me to call her mom, but she's not. I'm never going home again.
SASHA: Do you plan to live on the street?
DAVID: Yep. And do my magic at cannery square. Tourists give you money.
SASHA: Now, you know that's silly. Come on. Tell me where you live.
SASHA: Ok. Don't listen to me. Listen to your guardian angel.
CHARLIE: David, Cannery Square sounds like a good plan.
SASHA: What? Don't listen to him!
DAVID: He's not ready to go home.
SASHA: Come on. He's only 8 years old.
ITCHY: That's 56 in dog years.
CHARLIE: Who knows where your talent will take you.
SASHA: Oh, please.
CHARLIE: No. You must have faith. Guardian angels move in mysterious ways.
DAVID: So we're off to Cannery Square?
CHARLIE: Not Cannery Square. Easy Street.
CHARLIE: You with us, Sasha?
SASHA: I don't know what you're up to, but I'm watching you.
CHARLIE: I wouldn't want it any other way.
ANABELLE: Charles! We've got a traffic jam up here. New arrivals can't get in. We need that horn.
CHARLIE: Put them on a holding pattern. I'm really onto something here.
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Watch original songs from soundtrack and other parts of movie
It Feels So Good To Be Bad
On Easy Street
I Will Always Be With You
It's Too Heavenly Here
My Afghan Hairless
Count Me Out
All Dogs Go to Heaven 2 part 1
2 find the horn
3 back in the flesh
4 like an angel
5 that got to be
6 can take it home
7 need a new collar
8 what do you know