A dog returns from the dead looking for revenge on his killer using an orphan girl who can talk to animals.

Anne-Marie: Charlie, will I ever see you again?
Charlie: Sure you will, kid. You know goodbyes aren't forever.
Anne-Marie: Then goodbye, Charlie. I love you.
Charlie: Yep... I love you too.
Anne-Marie: Charlie, will you help me find a mom and dad?
Charlie: Kid, I'll help you find the lost city of Atlantis! Just please, please go to sleep!
Whippet Angel: All dogs go to heaven because, unlike people, dogs are naturally good and loyal and kind.
Charlie: Hey guys, waddua ya know, waddua ya say?
Itchy Itchiford: Yeah, waddua ya say, waddua ya know?
Carface: MORONS! I'm surrounded by MORONS!
Dog: What are the odds on Terrible Tom?
Dog Bookie: Terrible.
Carface: Killer, take Charlie out back for the big surprise.
Killer: Surprise? What surprise, boss?
Carface: The big...
[Does throat-slashing gesture]
Carface: ...surprise.
Killer: [pours a mess of ketchup on his sandwich like blood on his hand] Oh, you mean that surprise?
[Killer faints with his hand still up]
Carface: [taps ashes out of his cigar onto the sandwich] You moron.
Charlie: Hey! I know we're all dead up here, but so's the music. How about heating it up?
Vera: Honey, you know it!
[Upbeat gospel music plays]
Charlie: That's nice. That's nice.
Itchy Itchiford: In him there's the luck of the Irish.
Charlie: The pride of the German.
Itchy Itchiford: Even, he-he, a bit of Siam.
Charlie: Siam? There's the calm of the English.
Itchy Itchiford: The charm of the Spanish.
Charlie: A pedigree certainly ain't what I am. So call me a mixed-up pup.
Itchy Itchiford: You're a mixed-up pup.
Charlie: But the only way this pup knows is up!
Anne-Marie: [singing] All I have is a picture in my mind of how it would be, if we were together... Let's pretend that you're far away, let's say you write to me. And you promise in your letter, that you'll come home! Come home, to my heart. And when we're together, we can never be apart. If I keep dreaming of you, make believe that it's true; then soon you'll come home. Home to my heart! Soon you'll come home, home to my heart! If I believe!
Carface: Gamblers are never happy, Charlie.
Flo: She's burning up a fever, Charlie. She could have pneumonia!
Charlie: Think she needs a vet?
Flo: Charlie, she's a little girl. She needs a doctor.
Charlie: Doctor? I don't know any doctors... I'll find one!
Charlie: [singing] I love Brazil / The throb, the thrill / I've never been there / But someday I will / Adventure and danger / Love from a stranger / Let me be surprised.
Whippet Angel: [singing] Welcome to being dead.
Charlie: [horrified] What? You mean I'm... I'm...
Whippet Angel: [flipping through a record book of Charlie's life] Stone cold I'm afraid.
Charlie: I can't believe it, I've been murdered!
Whippet Angel: I'm having trouble finding any goodness or loyalty here, but let me see.
Charlie: He killed me!
Whippet Angel: I beg your pardon?
Charlie: There's a mistake been made here!
[singing]
Charlie: I don't wanna die/You got the wrong guy/I was double crossed by a dirty rat, actually this rat was a dog but his car ran me down/I just blew out of jail, I just got back to town/Hey! This is hard to explain/May I speak to your Superior because I don't wanna die!
Whippet Angel: [singing] Welcome to doing whatever you wish...
Charlie: [interrupting] You got the wrong guy.
Whippet Angel: [singing] Laughing and singing all day.
Charlie: Hey! Listen! My time's not up yet!
Whippet Angel: Oh but it is, there's no mistake about that, we know everything.
Charlie: Murdered in the prime of my life! That Carface, I'll kill him!
Charlie: These are some of the poorest people I know. They're more broke than the Ten Commandments.
[laughs]
Charlie: That was a little joke. Very little.
Charlie: What a selfish, hopeless, callous heel of a cad I've been. Blind to the needs of society's lowly unloved.
Charlie: [Anne Marie tells them the horse Chawhee is going to win, but it's a surprise] Can we trust this horse?
[horse brays at him violently]
Charlie: Alright! The Grand Cha-hee, Che-haw, Chaw-hee-hee-hoo-ha, by surprise!
Charlie: All we need now is a couple of bucks.
Itchy Itchiford: A couple of bucks, a couple of bucks!
Anne-Marie: A couple, a couple. Mmm, yeah! A mom and dad.
Charlie: Yeah, sure.
Carface: Charlie's alive, and I know he's got the girl. Killer, this is strike two. You're out.
Killer: No, boss! I have one more strike, boss! Honest!
Stella Dallas: [horse race, runs to Sir Reginald] Yoo-hoo! Reginald! Excuse me!
Sir Reginald: [chuckles] Oh! Splendid! Hello, Stella. Jolly good day for a race, of course.
Stella Dallas: [sweetly] Oh, yes. But Reginald, honey - and I do have to hate to rain on your parade - but did you know...
[different, angry, stern tone]
Stella Dallas: ...it's the Grand Chawhee's birthday?
Sir Reginald: [chuckles] Oh, really? You don't...
[loses his monocle and goes awestruck]
Sir Reginald: Oh! I'm terribly sorry.
[last lines]
Carface: Argh! I'll get that gator, if it's the last thing I do!
Whippet Angel: Touch that clock, and you can never come back.
Carface: Shut up.
Whippet Angel: [shouts and chases him] I said, touch that clock, and you can never come back!
Charlie: He'll be back.
Itchy Itchiford: Yah! Someone's got me by the tail!
Charlie: I got you by the tail!
Itchy Itchiford: Why don't you tell somebody you're gonna do that?
Charlie: You know, it's not worth it being with you. It's not.
Itchy Itchiford: Your hands are cold, too.
Itchy Itchiford: I can't help it, Charlie, I always itch when I'm nervous.
Charlie: Well don't be nervous!
Itchy Itchiford: Just scratch this!
Charlie: Itchy, what happened to you?
Itchy Itchiford: You want to know what happened to me? I'll tell you what happened to me. Carface happened to me, with about 50 of his thugs. Oh!
Charlie: Itch, I'm sorry.
Itchy Itchiford: Well, look what else happened while you were sidetracked. See that?
[see a building on fire]
Itchy Itchiford: That's *our* place! You were going to fix Carface well, well he fixed us! You see boss, this whole thing's gone too far.
Itchy Itchiford: [to a horse after it scares him] If you do that to me one more time, you are glue!
Charlie: That Carface has something up his sleeve.
Itchy Itchiford: Yeah, a gun!
Charlie: And when I find out what it is, I'm going to ruin him.
Charlie: [Itchy's dropping ice cream on him] Hey cut it out, would you? What do you see up there?
Itchy Itchiford: Mostly the backs of the buttons, but other than that...
Vera: Things have changed, Charlie, since you've been gone... Life hasn't been no piece of cake.
Chihuahua Gambler: Carface ain't been treating us too good.
Vera: Things are tough, but we carry on...
Gambler Dog: [Charlie wins a game of craps] Could you spare a couple of bones, for old time's sake?
Charlie: Why settle for a couple of bones when you could have the whole bank?
[puts the craps bones in a slot machine and breaks the bank]
Itchy Itchiford: Ya won the jackpot! Charlie, I'm proud of ya.
Itchy Itchiford: Boss, Carface has got thugs, and they've got muscles, and knives, and he's got a monster.
Charlie: Monster?
Itchy Itchiford: Boss, they feed it!
Charlie: Monster?
Itchy Itchiford: Yes that's what I said, monster!
Charlie: [after Itchy tells him to get ride of Anne-Marie] Aw, Itch, now the casino's gone. We've got to start all over; we need the girl more than ever.
Itchy Itchiford: No, boss, you're crazy! It's not business anymore, it's personal!
Charlie: Aw, come on, Itchy. Surely it's just business, I mean...
Itchy Itchiford: You're in love with the girl! You've got soft, you care about her!
Charlie: [furiously annoyed] Look, I don't care about the girl! I tell her things now and then! I pretend to be her best friend, but it's baloney!
Itchy Itchiford: I thought I was your best friend...
Charlie: [yells] YOU ARE MY BEST FRIEND! With her, it's just business - it's always been business! I'm USING the girl! And when we're done with her, we'll dump her in an orphanage! Is that okay with you!
Itchy Itchiford: [chastened] Sure, boss, anything you say.
[sees Anne-Marie, who overheard everything]
Itchy Itchiford: Uh-oh...
Anne-Marie: [crying, goes hurt] You're not my friend... You're a bad dog!
King Gator: [When Carface falls into the water] Mmm! Delicious!
[laughs and chases the screaming Carface]
[Charlie has escaped the pound]
Gambler Dog: Charlie? Ain't you supposed to be on death row?
Charlie: [angrily] No. I AIN'T supposed to be on death row.
Charlie: [about the group of mouse-like natives] What they saying? Tell 'em to gimme back my watch!
Anne-Marie: I can't, Charlie. They talk funny.
Charlie: I don't care!
Kate: Anne-Marie do you like your waffles?
Anne-Marie: Oh, yes! Very much, thank you.
Harold: No, thank you!
Kate: Anne-Marie where do you live?
Anne-Marie: I live with Charlie! He's my dog.
Harold: But where do you stay?
Anne-Marie: With Charlie in the junk yard.
King Gator: [to Charlie] Ah, you look like a tasty New Orleans canine gumbo!
Anne-Marie: No! Don't eat him, please!
[King Gator puts Charlie in his mouth and prepares to eat him, but Charlie howls really loudly]
King Gator: Ah.
[removes Charlie from his mouth]
King Gator: How can you expect me to eat a voice as sumptuous as this?
Anne-Marie: Come on, Chawhee! You can do it, it's your birthday!
Itchy Itchiford: I don't care if it's his... his bar mitzvah. That horse is a gluepot.
Itchy Itchiford: [thinking Charlie's a ghost] Take my 9 piece ratchet set, my oil tin! Don't go away without my Rolls Royce hood ornament!
[hits Charlie on the head with it]
Itchy Itchiford: Please, I've got a bad back! Ah, don't touch!
Itchy Itchiford: Charlie, let me think about this...
Charlie: No! Don't think! From now on, I'll do the thinking!
Charlie: Hey, wait. That looks like a water main.
Itchy Itchiford: Naw, water mains are green. This is red!
Charlie: Itchy, you're color blind. You've always been color blind.
Itchy Itchiford: That's true, but this is green.
Charlie: Its red.
Itchy Itchiford: Red?
[drills into pipe; outside, water bursts out of the ground, and the tunnel floods]
Charlie: You must have taken dance lessons. You have natural rhythm, unusual in a whippet.
King Gator: What do you call that voice, little fella? Is that a baritone or a tenor?
Charlie: It's a...
King Gator: Oh, I don't care. It's just you and me.
[singing]
King Gator: Let's make music together / Let's make sweet harmony...

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