COPPER: Shake on it.
CASH: Kid, I swear you're slow as an iron toad. Come on, you're holding us up. Let's go. Waylon, would you get up? We got more ground to cover than the Pony Express. Now, let's get to work, hounds!
COPPER: I guess I gotta go.
TOD: But... but, Copper...
COPPER: I'll see you later, OK?
TOD: Yeah? Well, maybe you will and maybe you won't!
ZELDA: Why eat 'em, Dix? Might as well just slap 'em right on your hips.
DIXIE: Come on, Zelda. I need a drink. Give me one straight.
ZELDA: Give me that.
DIXIE: Oh, darling. You look like something the cat dragged in. Ahem. Oh, no offense.
TOD: What do you care?
DIXIE: Oh, come on, Tod. We're both in the same old briar patch now. Cast off by the one we care about the most. Guess you know how that feels now.
TOD: Copper's forgotten all about me.
DIXIE: Yeah. I heard that. Hurts worse than anything.
ZELDA: Yeah. I remember this one tom cat named Leroy...
DIXIE: I'm talking to the fox. You see, Tod, relationships and show business, they just don't mix. Oh, it starts out nice and friendly. Then they get that first taste of fame, and it's "look out for number one." All right, let's get to crooning. Cold noses. Not even a little-bitty bone. Now, that's a good little doggie.
TOD: And you know what? He wouldn't even be in that dumb old band if I hadn't lied for him.
DIXIE: Come again?
TOD: I got Cash to think he was a stray. Copper's no stray. He lives just down the road apiece.
DIXIE: Well, darling, all our troubles are over. How'd you like to get your best friend back?
TOD: But how?
DIXIE: Heh-heh-heh. Just listen close to old Dixie here.
CASH: Whoa, whoa. That last note was flatter than a duck's footprint. Take it from the top, please.
WAYLON: Oh, but, Cash, we've been at it all night.
CASH: And we'll be at it all day if that's what it takes. This ain't just another show. The scout from the Grand Old Opry is gonna be watching. Take it from the top. Copper. Just what are you doing?
COPPER: Well, it's a cricket. Me and Tod used to...
CASH: What is the matter with you, kid? Don't you wanna be a star?
COPPER: Well... sure.
CASH: Well, then, why don't you...
GRANNY ROSE: Cash. He's just a pup. Copper's just having a little fun. You do remember fun, don't you?
CASH: OK. All right. Just take five, everyone.
GRANNY ROSE: Sweetie pie, don't take it to heart. Cash's bark is worse than his bite. And if he growls at us again, I'm gonna muzzle him myself.
COPPER: Tod? Tod. You in there?