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Stan Freberg

Stan Freberg
(as Beaver)

Tramp: [preparing to leave] Well, friend, we'll be on our way now, so...
Beaver: Uh-uh-uh! Not so fast, sonny.
[puts on the muzzle]
Beaver: 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: I can, eh?
[excitedly]
Beaver: I can?
Lady: Uh-huh. It's a free sample.
Beaver: [very pleased] Well, thanks a lot. Thanks ever so...
[he slips and falls, dragging the log along; they land in the pond, where the log fits neatly over the dam spillway]
Beaver: [proudly] Say! it works ssswell!

Barbara Luddy

Barbara Luddy
(as Lady)

Tramp: Aw, come on, Pige. It wasn't my fault.
Lady: Hmph!
Tramp: I thought you were right behind me. Honest. When I heard they'd taken you to the pound, I...
Lady: Oh, don't even mention that horrible place.
[Sobbing]
Lady: I was so embarrassed... and frightened...
Tramp: Oh, now, now. Who could ever harm a little trick like you?
Lady: [Angry] Trick? Trick! Oh, that reminds me. Who is Trixie?
Tramp: Trixie?
Lady: And Lulu and Fifi and Rosita Chiquita wh... whatever her name is?
Tramp: Chiquita... chiquita, oh... Oh! Yes! Well, I-I-I can explain...
Lady: As far as I'm concerned, you needn't worry about your old heel.
Tramp: M-m-my heel?
Lady: I don't need you to shelter and protect me.
Tramp: Yes, b-but...
Lady: If you grow careless, don't blame me. And I don't care if the Cossacks do pick you up! Goodbye! And take this with you!
[Tosses back the bone Tramp gave her]

Barbara Luddy

Barbara Luddy
(as Lady)

Tramp: Just a cute little bundle... of trouble. Yeah, they scratch, pinch, pull ears... Aw, but shucks, any dog can take that. It's what they do to your happy home. 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. Just wait 'til Junior gets here. You feel the urge for a nice, comfortable scratch, and... "Put that dog out! He'll get fleas all over the baby!" You start barking at some strange mutt...
[Barks]
Tramp: "Stop that racket, you'll wake the baby!" And then... then they hit you on the room and board department. Oh, remember those nice, juicy cuts of beef? Forget 'em. Leftover baby food. And that nice, warm bed by the fire? A leaky dog house.
Lady: Oh, dear!

Stan Freberg

Stan Freberg
(as Beaver)

Beaver: [struggling with a log] Ah-ah-ah, busy sonny, busy! Gotta slide this sycamore to the - ung - swamp!
Tramp: But this'll only take a second of your time...
Beaver: Only a second! Listen, listen sonny, you realize every second, seventy centimeters of water is wasted over that spillway?
Tramp: Yeah, but...
Beaver: Gotta get this log movin', sonny, gotta get it movin'! T'ain't the cuttin' take's the time, it's the doggone haulin'!
Tramp: [looking from the leash to a branch on the log] The hauling! Exactly! Now, what you need is...
Beaver: [chewing through part of the log] Better bisect this section here...
Tramp: What you need is a log puller. I SAID A LOG PULLER!
Beaver: I ain't deef, sonny. There's no need to - did you say log puller?
Tramp: [like a salesman] Haha, and by lucky coincidence, you see before you, modeled by the lovely little lady, the new, improved, patented, handy-dandy, never-fail little giant log puller. The busy beaver's friend!
Beaver: You don't say!
Tramp: Guaranteed not to wear, tear, rip or ravel. Turn around, sister, and show the customer the merchandise. And it cuts log-hauling time sixty-six percent!
Beaver: Sixty-six percent eh? Think of that! Well, how's it work?
Tramp: [demonstrating] Why, it's no work at all! You merely slip this ring over the limb like this, and haul it off!
Beaver: Uh, say, d'you mind if I slip it on for size?
Tramp: Help yourself friend, help yourself!
Beaver: Hehe, don't mind if I do! Uh... how'd'ya get the carn-starnded 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?
Tramp: Right, friend. Now bite HARD!
[beaver bites the muzzle off

Verna Felton

Verna Felton
(as Aunt Sarah)

Aunt Sarah: What's going on down there?
[sees her cats acting as if hurt]
Aunt Sarah: Merciful heavens! My darlings! My precious pets! Oh, that wicked animal, attacking my poor, innocent little angels.


Peggy Lee

Peggy Lee
(as Darling / Si / Am / Peg)

[first lines]
Jim Dear: [Giving Darling a 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* a ribbon.
[the box is opened; inside is a puppy wearing a ribbon]
Darling: Oh, how sweet.
Jim Dear: You like her, Darling?
Darling: [hugging the puppy] Oh, I love her. What a perfectly beautiful little Lady.

Barbara Luddy

Barbara Luddy
(as Lady)

[Lady approaches the baby's room deep in thought and singing to herself]
Lady: What is a baby? I just can't understand. It must be something wonderful. It must be something grand. 'Cause everybody's smiling, in a kind and wistful way, and they haven't even noticed that I'm around today.
[Jim Dear comes down the stairs whistling, doesn't notice her]
Lady: What is a baby, anyway? Oh what is a baby? I must find out today, what makes Jim Dear and Darling... act... this... way...

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