Lady and the Tramp

Lady and the Tramp is a 1955 American animated feature produced by Walt Disney. The 15th animated feature in the Disney animated features canon, this film centers around the female American Cocker Spaniel named Lady who lives with the refined, upper middle-class family, and the friendly male stray mutt called the Tramp. This direct-to-video sequel, Lady and the Tramp II: Scamp's Adventure was released on February 27, 2001.


 * Directed by Clyde Geronimi and Wilfred Jackson. Written by Erdman Penner, Ralph Wright, and Joe Grant.

The most delightful characters in the dog's age!

Dialogue

 * [First lines]
 * Jim Dear: [giving Darling the hatbox] It's for you, Darling. Merry Christmas.
 * Darling: Oh, Jim Dear. It's the one I was admiring, isn't it? Trimmed with ribbons?
 * Jim Dear: Well, it has the ribbon, huh?
 * [The box is opened; inside is the young cocker spaniel]
 * Darling: Oh, how sweet!
 * Jim Dear: You like her, darling?
 * Darling: Oh, I love her. What the perfectly beautiful little lady.


 * Tramp: [looks into the pet shop window and sees three adorable puppies, sleeping, until one of them walks closer to him] Aw, cute little rascals! [the puppy yaps happily] Cootchie-cootchie-cootchie-cootchie-coo!


 * Tramp: Hey. Psst. Psst.
 * Bull: Blimey! Look, Peg. It's the Tramp.
 * Tramp: Shh.
 * Peg: Hiya, handsome. Come to join the party?
 * Tramp: All right, all right. No time for wisecracks. I've gotta get you out. I'm tellin' ya, the pressure's really hot. Signs all over town.
 * Peg: Gee, thanks.
 * Bull: You're a bit of all right, chum.
 * Tramp: Okay, okay, get going.
 * Dog Catcher: Hey, what's goin' on over there?
 * Tramp: Scram! And be careful.
 * Dog Catcher: What?! You mangy mutt! Hey, let go! Let go of me!


 * Trusty: You see, Miss Lady, there comes the time in the life of all humans when, uh - Well, as they put it, uh, these Birds and these Bees? Or, well, uh, the stork? You know? No? Well, then, uh-
 * Jock: What he's trying to say, lassie, is Darling is expecting the wee-bairn.
 * Lady: "Bairn"?
 * Trusty: He means a baby, Miss Lady.
 * Lady: Oh. What's a baby?
 * Jock: Well, they, they resemble humans.
 * Trusty: But I'd say the mite smaller.
 * Jock: Aye, and they walk on all fours.
 * Trusty: And, if I remember correctly, they beller a lot.
 * Jock: Aye, and they're very expensive. You will not be permitted to play with.
 * Trusty: But they're mighty sweet.
 * Jock: And very, very soft.
 * Tramp: [barging in after seeing Lady for the first time] Just a cute little bundle...of trouble. [the three see him in shock] Yeah, they scratch, pinch, pull ears - Aw, but shucks, any dog can take that. It's what they do to your happy home. [to Trusty] Move it over, will ya, friend? Homewreckers. That's what they are.
 * Jock: Look here, laddie! Who are you to barge in?!
 * Tramp: The voice of experience, buster. Heh-heh. Boy, just wait 'til Junior gets here. You feel the urge for a nice, comfortable scratch, and... [Trusty scratches himself; imitates female voice] "Put that dog out! He'll get fleas all over the baby!" [normal voice] You start barking at some strange mutt... [barks at Jock; imitates female voice] "Stop that racket, you'll wake the baby!" [normal voice] And then - then they hit you in the room and board department. Oh, remember those nice, juicy cuts of beef? [Lady imagines the beef] Forget 'em. [the beef changes into baby food] Leftover baby food. [Lady shake the food off her face] And that nice, warm bed by the fire? [Lady rests on the bed; but the fireplace changes into the doghouse in the rain] A leaky dog house.
 * Lady: [finished imagining; worried] Oh, dear.


 * Tramp: Well, here we are.
 * Lady: The zoo?
 * Tramp: Sure! No, no. This way. Follow me.
 * [The zoo security guard hums an Irish folk song]
 * Lady: Oh!
 * Tramp: What's the matter, Pige?
 * Lady: We can't go in.
 * Tramp: Why not?
 * Lady: Well, the sign says, "No Dogs Allowed".
 * Tramp: Yeah, well, well, that's...That's an angle.
 * Lady: Angle?
 * Tramp: Look, we'll just wait for the right... [the professor appears reading a book] Uh-oh! Here we are now. Just lay down. [whistles at the zoo security guard, then barks]
 * Zoo Security Guard: Hey, you!
 * Professor: [closes his book] Uh, I beg your pardon? Were you addressing me?
 * Zoo Security Guard: What's the matter!? [shows the professor the "No Dogs Allowed" sign] Can't you read!?
 * Professor: Why, yes. Several languages.
 * Zoo Security Guard: Oh, a wise guy, eh? [Tramp growls viciously at him] All right, now... [points to Tramp with his nightstick] ...what's this creature doing here?
 * [Tramp barks at the zoo security guard's nightstick]
 * Professor: He's not my dog.
 * [Tramp jumps into the professor's arms]
 * Zoo Security Guard: Oh, he's not, eh?!
 * [Tramp barks at the zoo security guard]
 * Professor: Let go! Go away! Go on! Why, certainly not, officer.
 * Zoo Security Guard: Aye, and I suppose you'll be telling me next that it was the dog that was whistling, eh!?
 * Professor: I-I-I'm certain I don't know.
 * Zoo Security Guard: Oh, so, I'm a liar now, am I?! [angrily] Well, you listen to me! AHA! Resisting an officer of the law! [Tramp tears off the back of the professor's suit, in order to provoke him into getting into trouble with the zoo security guard] Oh, you're going to pay! [Tramp bites his buttocks] OW! Pull a knife on me, would you?! Trying to assassinate me, are you?! Carrying a concealed weapon! [their fight makes some nearby elephants, lions, and giraffes think they both have gone crazy, as they watch the fight from their exhibits]
 * Tramp: [continues barking, then to Lady] Come on, Pidge. The place is ours. [enters the zoo with Lady, as the zoo security guard and the professor continue fighting]


 * Tramp: We'd better go through this place from A to Z. Apes. No, no, no, no. No use even asking them. [one of the apes in their cage scratches his head at the two dogs, while the other two both look at the audience] They wouldn't understand.
 * Lady: They wouldn't?
 * Tramp: Uh-uh. Too closely related to humans. Uh-oh! Alligators. Now, there's an idea! [to an alligator about the muzzle] Say, Al? Do you suppose you could nip this contraption off for us?
 * Al the Alligator: Glad to oblige. [opens his mouth wide to the point where Lady's entire head can fit in it]
 * Tramp: Whoa, WHOA! [saves her just in time as Al nearly, and accidentally, bites Lady's head off, and the hyena laughs hysterically in his cage at both dogs] Huh! If anybody ever needed the muzzle is here.
 * Beaver: [off-screen] TIMBER!
 * Tramp: Hey, Pigeon! Look out! [the tree falls over close to the two dogs] Now, what fur-brains idiot would-? [notices a beaver chewing on the tree] Hey, look! It's a beaver! Here's the answer to our problem!
 * Beaver: [inspects the tree] Let me see here...6 foot 6 and 7/16 inches.
 * Tramp: Uh...Pardon me, friend! I wonder if you'd do us the little...
 * Beaver: Busy, sonny! Busy! You wanna take to gossip now. [tries to push the tree] Gotta slide this sycamore to...the swampy river.
 * Tramp: Yeah, well, this will only take a second of your time.
 * Beaver: Only the second!? L-Listen! Listen, sonny! Do you realize every second 70 centimeters of water is wasted over that spill-way?! [points to his unfinished dam]
 * Tramp: Yeah, but...
 * Beaver: You gotta get this log moving, sonny! You gotta get moving! Think the cuttin' takes the time! It's the doggone haulin'!
 * Tramp: [notices the leash to Lady's muzzle and the limb on the tree] The haulin'! Exactly! Now, what you need is-
 * Beaver: I'd better bisect this section here. [begins chewing on the log]
 * Tramp: What you need is this log puller! [a beaver chews loudly; screaming] I SAID A LOG PULLER!
 * Beaver: I ain't "deaf", sonny. There's no need to...Did you say, "log puller"!?
 * Tramp: And by the lucky coincidence, you see before you, modeled by the lovely little lady, the new, improved, patented, handy-dandy, never-failed, little-giant log puller! A Busy Beaver's Friend!
 * Beaver: You don't say!
 * Tramp: Guaranteed not to wear, tear, rip, or ravel! Turn around, sister, and show the customers and the merchandises. And it cuts log-hauling time 66%!
 * Beaver: 66%, eh!? [chuckles] Think of that! Well, how does it work?
 * Tramp: Why, it's no work at all. You neatly slip this ring into the limb like this... [slips the leash of Lady's muzzle into the limb of the log] and haul it off!
 * Beaver: Say, you mind if I slip it on for size?
 * Tramp: Help yourself, friend! Help yourself!
 * Beaver: Okay, don't mind if I do! [pulls on the rope to Lady's muzzle] How do you get the "consarned" thing off, sonny?
 * Tramp: Glad you brought that up, friend. Glad you brought that up. To remove it, simply place the strap between your teeth.
 * Beaver: Like this? [puts the strap of Lady's muzzle between his teeth]
 * Tramp: Correct, friend! Now bite hard! [a beaver bites the strap of the muzzle, removing it from Lady] You see?
 * Lady: [relieved] It's off!
 * Beaver: Say, that is simple!
 * Tramp: Well, friend, we'll be on our way now, so...
 * Beaver: Uh-uh-uh-uh! Not so fast now, sonny! [puts on the muzzle] I'll have to make certain it's satisfactory before we settle on a price.
 * Tramp: Oh, no! It's all yours, friend! You can keep it!
 * Beaver: Uh, I can, huh? I can!?
 * Lady: Uh-huh. It's the free sample.
 * [Tramp is astonished by this remark]
 * Beaver: Well, thanks a lot! Thanks ever so... [the log rolls down the hill, causing him to tumble with it; when the log hits the river, it blocks it completely, completing the dam] Say! It works swell! [water squirts out of a beaver's mouth]


 * Lady: But when she put that horrible muzzle on me...
 * Tramp: Oh, say no more. I get the whole picture. Aunts, cats, muzzles. Well, that's what comes of tying yourself down to one family.
 * Lady: Haven't you a family?
 * Tramp: One for every day of the week. The point is, none of them have me.
 * Lady: I'm afraid I don't understand.
 * Tramp: It's simple. You see...Hey! Something tells me it's supper-time. Come on. I'll show you what I mean. Now take the Schultzes here. Little Fritzie...That's me, Pige. Makes this his Monday home.
 * Lady: Monday home?
 * Tramp: [in German accent] Ach, ja! Mondays is Mama Schultz cooking der Wiener schnitzel. [normal voice] Delicious! [in Irish accent] Now, O'Briens here is where little Mike...Sure and that's me again, Pige. Comes of a Tuesday.
 * Lady: "Of a Tuesday"?
 * Tramp: [still in Irish accent] Begorra and that's when they're after havin' that darlin' corn beef. [normal voice] You see, Pige, when you're footloose and collar-free...ah, you take nothing but the best.


 * Tony: [to Lady and Tramp in an Italian accent] Now-a, first-a we fix-a the table-a.
 * Joe: Here are-a your bones-a, Tony! [comes with a plate of bones]
 * Tony: Okay-a. Bones. [look in confusion then hits the plate of bones in the air] BONES-A!? What's-a the matter-a for-a you-a, Joe?! I [rolls an R] break-a your face-a! Tonight-a, Butch-a, he's-a get-a the best-a in-a the house-a!
 * Joe: Okay, Tony. You the boss-a. [goes into the kitchen to cook Lady and Tramp something fancy]


 * Aunt Sarah: [from outside] Thank goodness I got there in time. There they were, crib overturned...
 * Jim Dear: [from outside]Oh, I'm sure there must be some mistake. I know Lady wouldn't- [opens the basement door]
 * [Lady breaks out of the basement and barks to them]
 * Aunt Sarah: Watch out! That dog's loose! Keep her away!
 * Jim Dear: Nonsense! She's trying to tell us something. What is it, old girl? [Lady leads them upstairs to the baby's room; she shows the dead rat behind the window curtain] What are you trying...? [sees the dead rat] Darling, Aunt Sarah, come here!
 * Darling: What is it, Jim?
 * Aunt Sarah: [freaking out] AHHH!!! A RAT!!!
 * [Outside, Jock and Trusty hear]
 * Trusty: [realizing] A rat? We should've known.
 * Jock: [regrets himself] I misjudged him...badly.
 * Trusty: [runs off] Come on. We got to stop that wagon.
 * Jock: [runs after trusty] But man, we don't know which way they've gone.
 * Trusty: We'll track 'em down.
 * Jock: A-A-A-And Then?!
 * Trusty: We'll hold 'em. Hold 'em at bay!


 * [Last lines]
 * Trusty: [to Lady and Tramp's puppies] As my grand pappy, Ol' Reliable, used to say...I don't recollect if I've ever mentioned Old Reliable before.
 * Annette, Collette, and Danielle: [in unison] No, you haven't, Uncle Trusty.
 * Trusty: Huh? I haven't? Well, uh, as Old Reliable used to say...He'd say, uh, uh...He'd say, uh, uh...hmm. Doggone. [chuckles] You know, I clean forgot what it was he used to say.

Cast

 * Larry Roberts - Tramp
 * Barbara Luddy - Lady, Annette, Collette, Danielle
 * Bill Thompson - Jock, Bull, Dachsie, Policeman, Joe, Jim's Friend #1
 * Bill Baucom - Trusty
 * George Givot - Tony
 * Lee Millar - Jim Dear, Jim's Friend #2
 * Peggy Lee - Darling, Si, Am, Peg
 * Verna Felton - Aunt Sarah
 * Stan Freberg - Beaver, Dogcatcher
 * Alan Reed - Boris
 * Dallas McKennon - Toughy, Pedro, Professor, Hyena, Stray Dogs
 * The Mellomen (Thurl Ravenscroft, Bill Lee, Max Smith, Bob Hamlin and Bob Stevens) - Dog Chorus

Uncredited

 * Bob Hamlin as Tony (singing voice)
 * Jerry Mann as the Pet Shop Assistant
 * Tommy Luske as Jim Jr. (Baby Sound Effects)
 * Donald Novis as Carol Singer
 * Thurl Ravenscroft as Al the Alligator
 * Taylor Holmes as the Doctor
 * Pinto Colvig, Clarence Nash and Earl Keen as dog and cat sounds