Cats & Dogs Quotes
A look at the top-secret, high-tech espionage war going on between cats and dogs, which their human owners are blissfully unaware of.
Mr. Tinkles: The ninjas failed, and failure is unacceptable! If they ever show their faces again, you know what to do.
Calico: Yes. Tell them to wash with a loofah sponge. Kidding! Hello? Joke!
Mr. Tinkles: This can't be happening. I want them eliminated!
Calico: But they did manage to bug the phone. I think we should just concentrate on the glasses half full.
[Mr. Tinkles growls and throws the roll at Calico]
Calico: Ow! That's what I want to do.
Mr. Tinkles: Oh, putting a happy face on. What an interesting philosophy. At what point did you forget WE'RE TRYING TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD?
Calico: Yes. Tell them to wash with a loofah sponge. Kidding! Hello? Joke!
Mr. Tinkles: This can't be happening. I want them eliminated!
Calico: But they did manage to bug the phone. I think we should just concentrate on the glasses half full.
[Mr. Tinkles growls and throws the roll at Calico]
Calico: Ow! That's what I want to do.
Mr. Tinkles: Oh, putting a happy face on. What an interesting philosophy. At what point did you forget WE'RE TRYING TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD?
Mr. Tinkles: You!
Calico: Aah!
Mr. Tinkles: Tell me... Is the game afoot?
Calico: Uhhh... yes?
Mr. Tinkles: WHY IS THE GAME AFOOT?
Calico: Uhh... I... I mean no...
Mr. Tinkles: Ah, excellent. So the puppy is dead. Now, we can move on to...
Calico: Wait, wait... Can i change my answer?
Mr. Tinkles: [exasperated] Is the puppy alive or not?
Calico: Aah!
Mr. Tinkles: Tell me... Is the game afoot?
Calico: Uhhh... yes?
Mr. Tinkles: WHY IS THE GAME AFOOT?
Calico: Uhh... I... I mean no...
Mr. Tinkles: Ah, excellent. So the puppy is dead. Now, we can move on to...
Calico: Wait, wait... Can i change my answer?
Mr. Tinkles: [exasperated] Is the puppy alive or not?
[Sophie the Maid has made a matching outfit to hers, for Tinkles, and she is pointing it out to him]
Sophie the Maid: Mr. Tinkles? Guess what I made for you. Now you can look just like me.
Mr. Tinkles: [finally speaking] No, I think not, Sophie. Those days are through. What's the matter Large Marge? Cat got your tongue? Boo!
[Sophie gasps]
Mr. Tinkles: Oh my, a talking cat? Scary, isn't it?
[Sophie faints]
Mr. Tinkles: Lock her in the closet, we must remain on scheduele. OUR DAY HAS COME!
Sophie the Maid: Mr. Tinkles? Guess what I made for you. Now you can look just like me.
Mr. Tinkles: [finally speaking] No, I think not, Sophie. Those days are through. What's the matter Large Marge? Cat got your tongue? Boo!
[Sophie gasps]
Mr. Tinkles: Oh my, a talking cat? Scary, isn't it?
[Sophie faints]
Mr. Tinkles: Lock her in the closet, we must remain on scheduele. OUR DAY HAS COME!
Lou: I think that if I'm going to be a secret agent, I should have a better name. I was thinking, "Toto Annihilation".
Peek: Nah, he's a pro wrestler. Sorry, that name's taken.
Lou: Alright then, "Doom Machine" it is!
Butch: Hey! You can call yourself Squicky the Spacedog for all I care, but that doesn't make you behind a rocket pack. You are not an agent.
Peek: Nah, he's a pro wrestler. Sorry, that name's taken.
Lou: Alright then, "Doom Machine" it is!
Butch: Hey! You can call yourself Squicky the Spacedog for all I care, but that doesn't make you behind a rocket pack. You are not an agent.
Lou: Well, Miss Challenged, I'm sorry, but I think you gotta leave. My orders are clear. I -...
Ivy, the Female Alley Dog: Orders?
Lou: That's right. I'm a secret agent.
Ivy, the Female Alley Dog: An agent? Why, you're a little small for an agent. Shouldn't you be busy having fun?
Lou: I don't have time for fun.
Ivy, the Female Alley Dog: Ew! tough guy.
Ivy, the Female Alley Dog: Orders?
Lou: That's right. I'm a secret agent.
Ivy, the Female Alley Dog: An agent? Why, you're a little small for an agent. Shouldn't you be busy having fun?
Lou: I don't have time for fun.
Ivy, the Female Alley Dog: Ew! tough guy.
Butch: Alright agent, let's meet the team.
Lou: Agent whoa.
Butch: Kid, look over there, that's Peek.
Lou: Peek? I don't get it.
Butch: Peek, show yourself.
[Peek appears from a man hole in a circle see through like tube under a bin]
Lou: Huh? oh my god!
Butch: Peek's early warning, He's got it all, Radar, sonar, thermo-imaging, odor-matrix. He can detect a non-residential cat from three blocks away.
Peek: Hi guys.
Butch: Peek, fall in.
Peek: Roger that.
Butch: Sam what's your twenty?
Sam: 1/18 of a kick east, I'm going to backtrack using a delta approach in three... two... one.
[Sam moves from bush to bush]
Peek: Hi guys. Oh no not again.
Sam: Where am I?
[Sam then rolls over to half way of the road]
Butch: Over here Sam.
[Sam then meets up with the others]
Sam: Request, permission to pant, heavily, sir
Butch: Granted. Boys I want you to meet, Lou.
Peek: Hey louie
Sam: Hey Lou
Peek: Human!
[as the the jogger jogs past she sees Butch near a fire hydrant, Peek digging in the ground and Sam holding a newspaper in his mouth]
Butch: Anyway, Lou here taking Buddy's spot in the hot seat, but Being fresh from the academy, he's current on the newest techniques, ain't you Lou?
Lou: Err, Hey guys, do you know this one? Here I go, here I go, I got ya, oh I just missed ya.
[Lou chases his tail]
Butch: Holy Chihuahua.
Lou: Agent whoa.
Butch: Kid, look over there, that's Peek.
Lou: Peek? I don't get it.
Butch: Peek, show yourself.
[Peek appears from a man hole in a circle see through like tube under a bin]
Lou: Huh? oh my god!
Butch: Peek's early warning, He's got it all, Radar, sonar, thermo-imaging, odor-matrix. He can detect a non-residential cat from three blocks away.
Peek: Hi guys.
Butch: Peek, fall in.
Peek: Roger that.
Butch: Sam what's your twenty?
Sam: 1/18 of a kick east, I'm going to backtrack using a delta approach in three... two... one.
[Sam moves from bush to bush]
Peek: Hi guys. Oh no not again.
Sam: Where am I?
[Sam then rolls over to half way of the road]
Butch: Over here Sam.
[Sam then meets up with the others]
Sam: Request, permission to pant, heavily, sir
Butch: Granted. Boys I want you to meet, Lou.
Peek: Hey louie
Sam: Hey Lou
Peek: Human!
[as the the jogger jogs past she sees Butch near a fire hydrant, Peek digging in the ground and Sam holding a newspaper in his mouth]
Butch: Anyway, Lou here taking Buddy's spot in the hot seat, but Being fresh from the academy, he's current on the newest techniques, ain't you Lou?
Lou: Err, Hey guys, do you know this one? Here I go, here I go, I got ya, oh I just missed ya.
[Lou chases his tail]
Butch: Holy Chihuahua.
Butch: Okay, what do we got?
Peek: It's a kitten, A Russian blue!
Sam: And a number 2 and sector three.
Lou: Was she crazy? That steamer was bigger than me.
Butch: Nice work kid, You're sitting this one out. Sam, let me know when she leaves.
Sam: I don't see her.
Lou: But I was framed that cat. wait up, I want to help.
Sam: [Mrs Brody opens the front door and sees Peek and Sam] Look out human, sector four.
Peek: Human!, quick Sam, sniff my but.
Mrs. Mom Brody: Alright Break, it up! Break it up! Break it up!.
Peek: Cold nose!
Sam: Cold nose! Let's go.
Peek: It's a kitten, A Russian blue!
Sam: And a number 2 and sector three.
Lou: Was she crazy? That steamer was bigger than me.
Butch: Nice work kid, You're sitting this one out. Sam, let me know when she leaves.
Sam: I don't see her.
Lou: But I was framed that cat. wait up, I want to help.
Sam: [Mrs Brody opens the front door and sees Peek and Sam] Look out human, sector four.
Peek: Human!, quick Sam, sniff my but.
Mrs. Mom Brody: Alright Break, it up! Break it up! Break it up!.
Peek: Cold nose!
Sam: Cold nose! Let's go.
The Mastiff: Gentlemen, a few moments ago I've received word of the gravest nature, A key agent working the Brody case has been catnapped. Although he is safe, we must replace him as soon as possible. It appears that once again, we find ourselves threatened, by the great cat menace. We suspect that a rogue feline is involved in a conspiracy, to destroy all we dogs have worked so hard to achieve. Therefore, in accordance with action Plan Delta, we have assembled an elite team of agents, trained to replace our catnapped comrade. at this moment, replacements are being flown in from London, One will take his place as the Brody's pet, and guard their home from cat invasion. I need not remind you that the future of man and dog alike, depends on the success of this mission. Failure, is not a option. The stakes are high gentlemen, We have everything to lose. One hundred million dogs, Have placed their destiny, squarely in our paws.
Lou: You should've fought for me; for my family.
Butch: Why? What good would it do?
Lou: What about man's best friend? History 101, remember?
Butch: Okay, well, here's lesson number two: we help them. We work for them. We tolerate that stupid boochy-boochy baby talk crap. And for WHAT? So that when they go off to college, they can dump you off with some old lady who can't throw a ball without so much as breaking her HIP!
Lou: Is that it, then? You're gonna blame my family for what some boy did to you?
Butch: Look, kid, I'm sorry it played out like this, but it's over. We're shut down.
Butch: Why? What good would it do?
Lou: What about man's best friend? History 101, remember?
Butch: Okay, well, here's lesson number two: we help them. We work for them. We tolerate that stupid boochy-boochy baby talk crap. And for WHAT? So that when they go off to college, they can dump you off with some old lady who can't throw a ball without so much as breaking her HIP!
Lou: Is that it, then? You're gonna blame my family for what some boy did to you?
Butch: Look, kid, I'm sorry it played out like this, but it's over. We're shut down.
Mr. Tinkles: Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow. How many dogs does it take to over throw mankind? Just one stupid puppy.
Lou: Where is my family?
Mr. Tinkles: Oh they're alive, for now, but it won't matter, you see I've-
[the limousine swerves all over the road Mr Tinkles hits the left side of the limousine]
Mr. Tinkles: Oh my. This isn't NASCAR you idiot.
[Clears throat]
Mr. Tinkles: I have seized the formula, and in mere hours I will I'll reverse it, giving me the power to make all humans allergic to dogs.
Butch: What?
[the limousine swerves again]
Mr. Tinkles: How am supposed to gloat gleefully when you're driving like a chimpanzee? I mean really?
[Clears throat]
Mr. Tinkles: Now I will make all of humanity violently allergic to your regit kind, and with you all hated and despised by those you protect, you will be cast out, leaving me to lead all of cat kind in the glorious revolution to conquer the world!
[laughs evilly]
Lou: What will we do?
Butch: "We"? You just handed the world back to the cats and doomed the human race forever. There is nothing left to do.
Ivy, the Female Alley Dog: You always give up to easy Butch.
Butch: Is that what I think it is?
Lou: What Butch?
Ivy, the Female Alley Dog: Yep, it's the cat tracker 2000.
Mr. Tinkles: [the Scene changes The limousine is driving back to the factory with the professor's Formula] Those fleabags must be running for the hills.
[Chuckles]
Calico: Yeah I- yeah that's what I was thinking.
Lou: Where is my family?
Mr. Tinkles: Oh they're alive, for now, but it won't matter, you see I've-
[the limousine swerves all over the road Mr Tinkles hits the left side of the limousine]
Mr. Tinkles: Oh my. This isn't NASCAR you idiot.
[Clears throat]
Mr. Tinkles: I have seized the formula, and in mere hours I will I'll reverse it, giving me the power to make all humans allergic to dogs.
Butch: What?
[the limousine swerves again]
Mr. Tinkles: How am supposed to gloat gleefully when you're driving like a chimpanzee? I mean really?
[Clears throat]
Mr. Tinkles: Now I will make all of humanity violently allergic to your regit kind, and with you all hated and despised by those you protect, you will be cast out, leaving me to lead all of cat kind in the glorious revolution to conquer the world!
[laughs evilly]
Lou: What will we do?
Butch: "We"? You just handed the world back to the cats and doomed the human race forever. There is nothing left to do.
Ivy, the Female Alley Dog: You always give up to easy Butch.
Butch: Is that what I think it is?
Lou: What Butch?
Ivy, the Female Alley Dog: Yep, it's the cat tracker 2000.
Mr. Tinkles: [the Scene changes The limousine is driving back to the factory with the professor's Formula] Those fleabags must be running for the hills.
[Chuckles]
Calico: Yeah I- yeah that's what I was thinking.
Mr. Tinkles: Attention... OW!... Attention human worker, this is your employer Mr Mason Effective immediately, you are all fired. Thats right fired go home now, do not ask why, you have no one to blame but yourself. unless of course you have a dog, then you can blame him, in fact you know what, kick him wig him, that is all.
[laughs evilly]
Mr. Tinkles: Cats rule! And now for the next phase of my plan.
[laughs evilly]
Mr. Tinkles: Cats rule! And now for the next phase of my plan.
