Lady and the Tramp

It's for you, darling.

Merry Christmas.

Oh, Jim, dear.

It's the one I was admiring, isn't it?

- Trimmed with ribbons? -

Well, it has a ribbon.

Oh, how sweet.

- You like her, darling? - Oh, I love her.

What a perfectly beautiful little lady.

Come on, Lady. Over here.

That's a girl.

There, now. A nice little bed for you.

But Jim, dear, are you sure she'll be warm enough?

Why, of course, darling. She'll be snug as a bug in a...

Uh-oh!

Almost forgot something.

There.

Good night, Lady.

Now, now, don't worry, darling.

She'll go right to sleep.

No, no, Lady.

This is where you belong, right here.

- - Oh, look.

She's lonesome.

Don't you think maybe...? Just for tonight?

Darling, if we're going to show her who's master,

we must be firm from the very beginning.

Lady!

Stop that now!

Stop it!

Lady!

Quiet, now. You hear me?

Back to bed!

Quick, now.

Not one more sound.

- - Jim, dear.

Aw, Jim.

Hmm? What?

Oh, all right.

But remember, just for tonight.

All right, Lady. All right.

I'm up. I'm up, Lady.

Oh, no!

What's wrong, Jim? What is it?

Can't you explain to Lady about Sundays?

Have you noticed, darling, since we've had Lady

we see less and less of those disturbing headlines?

Yes, I just don't know how we ever got along without her.

Say, she must be about six months old.

We'd better be getting her a license.

Hope it fits.

My, but it does look nice.

So grown up.

Won't Jock and Trusty be surprised?

A-ha, that's a grand sight.

Jock!

Oh, Jock!

Hello, Jock.

Oh! Oh, it's you, lassie.

Notice anything different?

Eh, uh... You've had a bath?

No, not that.

You've had your nails clipped?

Mm-mmm. Guess again.

Well, I wouldn't a-be knowin'.

Why-o, lassie.

A bonnie new collar.

- Do you like it? - Aye.

Mmm. It must be very expensive.

- Have you shown it to Trusty yet? - No.

Ah, we'd best go at once.

You know how sensitive he is about these things.

He's dreaming.

Aye.

Dreamin' of those bonnie bygone days

when he and his grandfather were trackin' criminals

through the swamps.

- They were? - That was before...

Before what?

'Tis time you knew the truth, lassie.

It shouldn't have happened to a dog.

But, well...

Trusty has lost his sense of smell.

- No! - Aye.

But we must never let on that we know, lassie.

It would break his poor heart.

Uh... Which way did he go?

Which way did he go?

- Go? - Yeah, big fella.

About, uh, six-foot-two.

No, uh, three.

Wore a striped suit. No collar.

Why, Miss Lady.

You have a collar.

Mm-hmm. And a license.

My, my.

- How time does fly. - Aye.

It seems only yesterday she was

cuttin' her teeth on Jim Dear's slippers,

and now there she is, a full-grown lady.

Wearin' the greatest honor man can bestow.

The badge of faith and respectability.

That's right, Miss Lady.

As my grandpappy, Old Reliable, used to say...

I don't recollect if I've ever mentioned Old Reliable before.

Aye, you have, laddie.

Oh, yeah.

- - Ooh, it's Jim Dear.

Please excuse me.

Hello, there, Lady.

Come on, beat you home.

Oh, you win again.

Steady, now.

Steady.

Well, what have we here?

Oh, big girl now, huh?

All right.

Oh, ladies first.

You know, darling, with Lady here

I'd say life is quite complete.

Yes, dear.

I don't imagine anything could ever take her place in our hearts.

Ah! What a day!

Well, now to dig up some breakfast.

Hmm?

Aw, cute little rascals.

Cootchie-cootchie-coo.

Now. That breakfast, let's see.

Bernie's?

Mmm... no.

Francois...

No, no.

Nope. Too much starch. Ah!

Tony's. Oh, that's it.

I haven't been there in a week.

Well, buon giorno, Butch.

You want-a your breakfast, eh?

OK. The boss, he's a-saving some a-nice bones for you.

Breakfast comin' up from a-left field.

Good catch!

Whoa, boy, whoa.

Hey. Psst. Psst.

Blimey.

- Look, Peg, it's the tramp. - Shh.

Hiya, handsome. Come to join the party?

All right. No time for wisecracks.

I've got to get you out.

I'm telling you, the pressure's on.

Signs all over town.