COPPER AND TOD: Go!
TOD: Come on, Copper!
TOD: Come on, keep up!
COPPER: Wait for me! Huh?
COPPER: We got him now!
TOD: Ha-ha-ha! We chasing crickets, or are we just hanging out?
COPPER: I messed up again. I can't do nothing right.
TOD: Hey, that's not true. You're... you're... You're housetrained, ain't ya? Oh, Copper. Race ya!
COPPER: Wow! The trucks for the fair.
TOD: I've never seen so much stuff in my life.
COPPER: Oh, boy! I can't wait. Are you goin'?
TOD: I'm-a goin'. You goin'?
COPPER: I'm-a goin'. Chief says you can win a ribbon there.
TOD: Really? For what?
COPPER: Just for being a good dog.
TOD: Whoa! That's a pretty good pumpkin.
COPPER: That one's even bigger. And noisier. Hey, Tod, do you hear that? Whoa! Oh! Oh!
TOD: You OK?
COPPER: Tripped over my own ears. See? I told ya. I'm just a bad dog. Ah, don't be like that.
AMOS SLADE: Copper!
COPPER: Uh-oh. Time for my hunting lesson. Hey, maybe I'll be good at hunting. Yeah! I'm gonna be the hunt ingest puppy ever.
TOD: Now you're talkin'.
WIDOW TWEED: Let's see now.
AMOS SLADE: Copper! Copper! Oh, where did that pup gone off to?
WIDOW TWEED: Mm. Hmph!
COPPER: Hi, Chief. Ready for my lesson.
CHIEF: Oh, darn my hide. Playing nursemaid to a pup when I should be a-practicin' for the contest.
COPPER: Aw, you don't need to practice. You're the best hunting dog in the whole county.
CHIEF: Well, I reckon it's true. I mean, they don't give those fourth-place prizes to just anybody.
AMOS SLADE: Oh, there you are, Copper. We'll make a hunting dog out of you yet. Here, here. Snuff this up. Now, when this rabbit takes off, you follow his scent. Then when you have him, let loose with a big ol' hound-dog howl! I must be going deaf. I said howl!
WIDOW TWEED: You're gonna lose your head one of these days, Amos Slade.
AMOS SLADE: It's my head, woman! Good boy. Heh-heh. OK, Chief. Get goin'! What are you waiting for? Go get him!
TOD: Go, Copper!
AMOS SLADE: Attaboy, Copper! Ahh! Pup's as useful as a milk bucket under a bull.
COPPER: Tod! Oh, I'm getting all turned around. I don't know what I'm doing.
TOD: It's easy. You just sniff him out. When you smell him, lift up your head and howl.
COPPER: Like this?
TOD: No, not me!
TOD: Gotta go!
CHIEF: Ow! Ding-dang it all!
AMOS SLADE: Ha! I've got ya now.
WIDOW TWEED: Come back here, you little varmint!
TOD: Excuse me. Coming through.
WIDOW TWEED: Uh-oh.
WIDOW TWEED: My milk!
COPPER: Oh, no!
WIDOW TWEED: Abigail, wait! Amos Slade! I've gotcha now! Uh-oh. Amos Slade, I told you to keep your beast away from my Tod! That mangy hound of yours just cost me a bucket of milk!
AMOS SLADE: Your fox was after my chickens, Tweed! What do I care about your milk?
WIDOW TWEED: Well, as long as you're wasting my milk, you may as well have some pie to go along with it.
AMOS SLADE: What the dickens are you...