The Fox and the Hound 2 - 6 The talent show

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Full quotes COPPER: Cash, you have seen Tod? CASH: Nope. Dixie ain't around neither. COPPER: You were looking for her? CASH: No. Well... I remember when I first met her. I was just a little old stray like you, all paws and ears, and felt like a real good-for-nothing. COPPER: You? CASH: Yeah. And then one night, we went a-howling at the moon, and I found out we could sing. I said, "Dixie, this is our ticket to success. We are gonna be stars." I guess I'd be stretching it if I said I didn't want her around sometimes. But we're a couple of hound dudes now, remember? We can't let old friends get in the way of that, right?

We're a couple of hound dudes

I see hide or hair of that fox of yours

We got a show to do

COPPER: I guess not. CASH: Oh, come on. You're having fun, ain't ya? COPPER: Ha! Are you kidding? CASH: Well, you just wait till we're on top. We are so close, I can smell it. COPPER: The Grand Old Opry. CASH: All we gotta do is ace that audition. Right? COPPER: Heh-heh-heh. Right. Come on. Let's go rehearse some more. CASH: Attaboy. AMOS SLADE: Copper! Copper! Oh, where could that pup have gotten off to? Copper! WIDOW TWEED: Tod! Oh, Tod! AMOS SLADE: Widow, what are you doing up this time of night? WIDOW TWEED: Oh, I can't find my Tod anywhere. That pup of yours probably chased him off. AMOS SLADE: I wouldn't know. I can't find him. WIDOW TWEED: Oh... Well, if I see a sign of your puppy, I'll give you a holler. AMOS SLADE: I'm obliged. If I see hide or hair of that fox of yours, well... WIDOW TWEED: Thank you, Amos. Tod! Tod! Oh, Tod. AMOS SLADE: Copper! WIDOW TWEED: Tod! DIXIE: Oh, my hair. Hmph! Ugh. Broke a nail... TOD: That's where Copper lives. DIXIE: Nice spread. Could use woman's touch. TOD: You sure this is a good idea? DIXIE: It's the only way. When Clem Clod-kicker over there gets to the fair and sees Copper, he'll bring him home for sure. You two will get to be friends again, and I will reclaim my rightful place in the spotlight. Hmm. We just gotta figure out how to get them to follow us. TOD: Heh-heh. That's the easy part. See, old Chief there hates me, but he couldn't catch a cold in winter, and wherever Chief goes, Slade follows. DIXIE: Well, let's see your stuff there, cowboy. TOD: Psst! Chief! Chief! CHIEF: Oh, that tickles. TOD: Huh? Wha... Oh! CHIEF: Ooh, ooh. Snuggly-wuggly little pookie-pooh. Yow! AMOS SLADE: Chief, what the devil... WIDOW TWEED: Tod! AMOS SLADE: Eh! It's that darn critter of yours! WIDOW TWEED: My critter? It's your hunt... Oh, my! Oh, dear! When I get my hands on you... Tod, I'm coming! I gotcha in my sight! CHIEF: You can't get away from me! I'm a fourth-place winner two times over. Why, you! Come back here! AMOS SLADE: Ah, Chief, come back! SHOW PRESENTER: Testing. Testing. GRANNY ROSE: Why, Cash, look at you. You're nervous as a flea on dip day. I haven't seen you like this in a long time. CASH: You ain't never seen me like this, Granny. WAYLON: I just hope that talent scout fella's in a good mood. OLIVIA FARMER: You know, that snake charmer could use a little more practice. Don't you think? WINCHELL BICKERSTAFF: Aah! OLIVIA FARMER: Get the lead out of them boots, Mr. Bickerstaff. The talent show's just about to start. WINCHELL BICKERSTAFF: Aah! OLIVIA FARMER: I know. I'm excited too. WINCHELL BICKERSTAFF: Whoa, whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Ugh! Ugh! OLIVIA FARMER: Mm! Blueberries. WINCHELL BICKERSTAFF: Aah! OLIVIA FARMER: Here we are, Mr. Bickerstaff. Just in time. SHOW PRESENTER: Ladies and gentlemen, The Singin' Strays! TOD: Coming through! Excuse me! Pardon me! COPPER: Tod? CHIEF: Copper? AMOS SLADE: Chief! WIDOW TWEED: Tod! AMOS SLADE: Copper! That's my dog! CASH: You ain't a stray? DIXIE: Aah! Aah! AMOS SLADE: What in tarnation? CASH: Dixie, what have you done? Where they going? Wait. We can't let'em leave. We got a show to do. Wait!