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The Fox and the Hound 2 - 3 Copper join the strays band

Full quotes COPPER: What just happened? TOD: I'll tell you what happened. You're good at something, and I mean good! COPPER: Whoo-hoo! DIXIE: Just what do you think you're doing? CASH: A little audience participation. That kid wowed 'em. DIXIE: Kid? What kid? COPPER: Bye, Mr. Cash. CASH: That kid. GRANNY ROSE: Little critter was heaven-sent. DIXIE: That sang my lead? CASH: Oh, no. He didn't just sing it. He sang it.


 
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You diva dog, but I'm in charge of this band, and ain't no one's indispensable
You diva dog, but I'm in charge of this band, and ain't no one's indispensable
  Copper, we were gonna have some more fun
Copper, we were gonna have some more fun
  Welcome to the band, kid
Welcome to the band, kid
 
DIXIE: You don't mean to tell me that wet-behind-the-ears puppy could ever take my place in a band. CASH: I didn't say that. Although he does have that refreshing, blooming youth about him. DIXIE: Just what exactly are you saying? CASH: What do you think I'm saying? DIXIE: You're saying what I think you're saying. CASH: I think you know what I think I'm saying. DIXIE: You'd better know that what you're saying isn't what I think you're saying. CASH: Why do you always... DIXIE: Only 'cause you never... CASH: What if I said to you... DIXIE: Ooh! CASH: You know, this is just like the time when you... DIXIE: You better not bring that up. CASH: Hmph! Well, I think we've both been perfectly clear. DIXIE: Ohh, perfectly. I quit! CASH: Huh? FLOYD: Cash, what are we gonna do? WAYLON: She's gone with the wind. CASH: Sit! I'll take care of this. I'd better. That talent scout will be here any minute. OLIVIA FARMER: Hi, there. WINCHELL BICKERSTAFF: Well, who are you? OLIVIA FARMER: Olivia Farmer, designated chaperone to Winchell P. Bickerstaff, talent scout from the Grand Old Opry. That's you. WINCHELL BICKERSTAFF: Ahem. Chaperone, huh? OLIVIA FARMER: I'm working to get my community service merit badge. WINCHELL BICKERSTAFF: Well, that's quite admirable, little lady. OLIVIA FARMER: Then I'll have more than Sally Ann Merrybaum. Thinks she's so great. WINCHELL BICKERSTAFF: Well, lead on, Miss Farmer. I'm a-lookin' for some talent. CASH: Oh, Dixie, you ain't mad over a little joshing, are ya? I was only teasing you. You know how I feel about you. DIXIE: Yeah, you have a lousy way of showing it. CASH: I am trying to kiss and make up here. Now, won't you please accept my apology? DIXIE: Blow it out your ear. CASH: All right, you diva dog, but I'm in charge of this band, and ain't no one's indispensable. DIXIE: You're in charge? Which one of us is in the driver's seat? CASH: Now, listen, you... Now you got me riled. TOD: All right! Yee-haw! Ride 'em, cowboy, away! Whoo-hoo! COPPER: Yee-haw! TOD: All right! This is the most fun ever! CASH: Second-most fun ever. COPPER: Mr. Cash. CASH: Kid, I saw how blissful you looked singing. That had to be the best time you ever had. COPPER: Oh, for sure. CASH: Well, now, we can't let nothing in the way of that. Like I was saying, how'd you like to join the band? COPPER: Really? Huh? CASH: Yes, sir. Genuine Singin' Stray. What do you say? COPPER: Yeah! TOD: Copper, we were gonna have some more fun. COPPER: Well, Tod can be in the band, too, right? CASH: Well, uh... COPPER: He's my best friend. CASH: Can you sing, kid? TOD: Uh... COPPER: 'Course he can sing. Show him, Tod. TOD: Whoa! CASH: Hoo-hoo! Here's the good news: You're gonna be part of the entourage-y. TOD: What's that? CASH: That's French. Means you get to hang out with our star here, keep him happy. COPPER: He does that already. CASH: You know, fetch water, clean dog bowls fun stuff like that. TOD: That's fun? CASH: Does Granny have fleas? COPPER: Aw, come on, Todd. It's gonna be great! TOD: Well... OK. CASH: All right, then. Let's get moving. OLIVIA FARMER: Wasn't he amazing, the way he ate fire, Mr. Bickerstaff? Maybe you shouldn't have stood so close. WINCHELL BICKERSTAFF: Now you tell me. COOPER: OK. CASH: Hey, Dixie. DIXIE: You come crawling back. CASH: Oh, by the way, you can't quit. You're fired. DIXIE: Oh! What? You can't fire me! I already quit! Cash, you... Oh! Now you've got me riled. Ohh! ZELDA: Ah, don't get your collar in a bunch, Dixie. Pitch a fur ball. DIXIE: The nerve of that Cash! Where's he get off firing me? ZELDA: Oh, I thought you quit. DIXIE: I'm that man's heart and soul! It's plain as a pig on a sofa. That Cash can talk a dog off a meat truck. He talked me into getting sweet on him, and now he tosses me away like yesterday's cornbread! ZELDA: Honey, I don't blame you for feeling hurt. DIXIE: Hurt? What do you mean by that? You think Cash could hurt me? Mangy mutt. LYLE SNOTGRASS: Oh, you'll howl real good today, fellas. DIXIE: Oh, well, there's more than one way to skin a cat. Ahem. No offense. LYLE SNOTGRASS: Soup's on! That's a good boy right there! All right, fellas, all right. Calling out the team. You know, if I could just play the banjo better, y'all would be eating steaks. Hey! I guess I'd better go practice. CASH: Welcome to the band, kid. Let me do some introductions. That there is Waylon and Floyd. They're the, uh, brains of the outfit. GRANNY ROSE: Oh, why I put up with this low-class crew of mutts is beyond me. CASH: Uh, and that delicate flower is Granny Rose. Textbook version of growing old gracefully. GRANNY ROSE: I got me an itch. CASH: Yep. You'll never harmonize with a finer group of singing strays and... Uh, you are a stray, right, boy? COPPER: Uh... ' TOD: Course he's a stray. You don't see a collar around him, do ya? FLOYD: Well, that's true. WAYLON: I don't see one. GRANNY ROSE: No collar, no home. CASH: Whoo! Good. Only strays allowed in this dog band. COPPER: Tod, I'm not a stray. TOD: Shh! It'll be our secret.