CASH: OK, fellas, ten minutes till curtain. Let's round 'em up and move 'em out.
FLOYD: Move 'em, round 'em.
WAYLON: I'm movin'.
CASH: That means you, Copper.
TOD: Whoa! Good luck, Copper.
COPPER: Thanks, entourage-y.
CASH: Say, Tod, while we're on, why don't you spiff up those bowls a little bit?
TOD: The bowls? OK, Cash. Don't forget fireworks.
COPPER: Smack at sundown. It's a promise.
DIXIE: Psst! Little darling. Come on in. Dixie wants to talk to ya.
COPPER: But I'm supposed to sing now.
DIXIE: Oh, I know, I know. I just wanted to pass along my secret of success.
COPPER: Really? Thanks, Miss Dixie.
DIXIE: Before every show, take a big ol' helping of that.
COPPER: Peanut butter?
CASH: All right, let's get to growling and howling. Now... Granny Rose, go fetch Copper, will you?
GRANNY ROSE: Ah, uh... Hang on. Ooh, ah. Oh, that's good.
GRANNY ROSE: Bad news in a rhinestone collar.
DIXIE: Oh, why, Cash, you look as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
CASH: 'Cause I'm busy as a farmer with one hoe and two rattlesnakes.
DIXIE: Oh, yeah? Well, I'm as... as... Oh, I got nothing.
CASH: What is it, Dixie?
DIXIE: Oh... I just thought you could use a lead singer.
TOD: Peanut butter? But, Copper, you have to sing!
TOD: Oh, hold on, Copper. I'll be right back.
PRESENTER CONTEST: The winner of the milking contest is the Widow Tweed and her fine cow Abigail!
WIDOW TWEED: Ohh! What?
TOD: Copper! Come on out! Perfect! Just like that!
COPPER: All right!
CASH: You know darn well that Copper is...
DIXIE: Copper? You mean that little pup? Why, he ran off with that fox friend of his like a bank robber on roller skates.
CASH: You're kidding.
DIXIE: Hey, if I'm lying, may my fur lose its natural luster.
COPPER: That did it! I can sing!
TOD: Great. When you get out there, don't forget to... OK. See you at the fireworks, right?
ZELDA: Get used to it entourage. This is how it's gonna be from now on.
TOD: What do you mean?
ZELDA: While he's off having fun and getting the glory, he'll stick you with the chores.
TOD: No, Copper isn't like that.
ZELDA: Yeah. Well, we'll see, won't we?
COPPER: Here I am! Ohh! Huh.
CASH: Ran off, huh?
ZELDA: Sorry, Dix.
CASH: Peanut butter? Oh, Dixie. You are through.
DIXIE: Well, getting rid of me ain't gonna be so easy, Cash. Whoa!
WAYLON: That looked easy.
CASH: Remind me to give that piece of wood a bonus.
WINCHELL BICKERSTAFF: Look, Miss Farmer, this ain't the kind of talent I'm a-looking for.
OLIVIA FARMER: Yeah, you're right. That flea circus was totally amateur hour.
CASH: Waylon, give me a back beat. We are headed for the big time, and I got a big-time song to take us there. Follow my lead, kid.
CHILDREN: Oh, he's just so darn cute.
COPPER: Oh, Cash, I'm supposed to meet Tod soon for the...
CASH: Whoa, whoa, whoa. We can't let nobody hold us back. We're hound dudes, remember?
COPPER: Wow. Awesome. I've never been so high up in my life. I think I was higher than the fireworks.
CASH: Yeah, and how about those free hot dogs? You looked happier than a hog at Sunday potluck. All right. Meet you backstage, kid. We got a lot of work to do.
COPPER: You got it, Cash. Oh, sorry, Tod.
TOD: Hey, Copper, how's the Ferris wheel?
COPPER: The fireworks! Oh, gosh, I forgot. Cash and I were busier than two mice in a cheese shop.
TOD: Too busy for your best friend?
COPPER: It's not like that, Tod. Cash said I had to let everyone see me. Cash said it's good for the band. Cash said...
TOD: "Cash said, Cash said." Who cares about Cash?
COPPER: Tod, what's wrong?