BUSTER: That's right, boys, junkyard dogs rule this town! And Buster rules the junkyard dogs! Angel! Angel! Talk to me. Who's the king of the junkyard ?
ANGEL: Oh, you are, Buster. And it's quite a kingdom you've got here.
BUSTER: That's my girl.
ANGEL: I'm not your girl. I don't belong to anyone.
SPARKY: Hey, hey. Look here, you guys. I'd say we got a new recruit.
FRANCOIS: The little house dog.
MOOCH: Hey, you got off the leash!
SCAMP: Hey, hey! Watch it!
RUBY: Oh, be still, my heart. I'm gettin' a bad case of puppy love.
BUSTER: Whoa, whoa! Hey, Ruby. I'm the top dog around here. And nobody joins the junkyard dogs unless I say so. So, what's your name, sport?
SCAMP: Name's Scamp.
BUSTER: Well, howdy, Scamperoo. So, you saw us having some fun and thought you'd join right in, huh?
SCAMP: Yeah, sure.
BUSTER: Hey, I hate to break the news to ya, champ but not many house dogs get to run in this pack.
SCAMP: I'm not a house dog.
BUSTER: Oh, you're not? Then what's this badge of respectability hangin' around your neck?
MOOCH: Hey, collar boy !
RUBY: How's life on the end of that chain?