Three pets escape from a California ranch to find their owners in San Francisco.

Chance: I'm such a wimp! I'm running from a cat!
Shadow: I won't tell if you won't.
Chance: Of course, this isn't your ordinary housecat. This is like Arnold Schwarzen-kitty!
Chance: [Chasing a chicken] I'm not gonna hurt you, I just want to chew on your neck!
Chance: My name is Chance. I know, it sounds odd, but most names do if you think about it long enough... maybe even yours. I was abandoned when I was very young. I lived on the streets scranging for food sleeping wherever I could; that seemed like fun at first, but pretty soon, it landed me behind bars. But I don't like to talk about that; let's talk about after that... when I got my second chance... and my name. You see, this family came along, and I guess you can say they rescued me, because they adopted me and brought me to live at their house. But it was their home, not mine. Still, it was an improvement over that other place: lots of space, fresh air, plenty interesting things to explore, and all the underwear I could eat.
Sassy: [as Hope's giving Sassy a particularly tight hug] Hope, sweetheart, Sassy can't breathe.
Chance: [sniffs] Hmmm, this place is Smell-O-Rama.
[sees chickens]
Chance: Hallelujah, I've died and gone to Kentucky!
[Chance sees a porcupine, but he doesn't know what it is]
Sassy: What is that?
Chance: I don't know. It's probably a squirrel having a really bad hair day.
Chance: [to a couple of ladies] Ladies! Ladies, ladies, please, you gotta help me! I'm starving, and I can't remember when I had my last meal, and I'm an orphan, and I'm weak, and I'm helpless, and if you don't feed me, I'll shrivle into a pile of bleached bones, so please!
[the ladies shoo him away]
Chance: What? Do you want to shake a paw? Shake hands? How's that? Is that worth most of your food? All of your food? A little bit? Please?
[They continue to shoo him away then leave]
Chance: Ah, she doesn't even know how to shake right! You need training!
Sassy: [after surviving the waterfall] Was that my sixth life? I'll just say it was my fourth.
Shadow: Up and at 'em, you two. I found our breakfast.
Chance: Good, I hope it's garbage
Shadow: No, even better.
Sassy: With you two gourmets, I can just imagine
Chance: Well fine, just sit here and diet.
Sassy: Are you calling me fat?
Chance: Course not, for a hippopotamus!
[Runs into a tree]
Chance: I meant to do that!
Sassy: Ha ha! Serves you right.
[Chance has just gotten attacked by a porcupine]
Chance: Ah! He bit me with his butt!
[Chance's stomach growls]
Chance: I think... I need to eat some grass.
[vomits]
Peter: Eww!
Jamie Seaver: That's Grandma's cake!
Chance: [voice-over] I learned an important lesson that day: cake and polyester don't mix.
Shadow: [Shadow watches Chance chase a rabbit] There goes the bunny... There goes the pup... There goes breakfast.
Chance: Remember hot dogs?
Shadow: Yeah, I wasn't much for the name, though.
Chance: I don't think they're really made of dog.
Shadow: I don't think they're made of meat!
Shadow: Just sleep.
Chance: I can't sleep. I'm too tired to sleep.
Chance: Turkey! Turkey turkey turkey turkey!
Chance: I'm too pooped to poop.
Fat Guy: Here, kitty kitty kitty kitty.
Sassy: "Here, kitty kitty kitty." Not on your life, chubby.
Fat Guy: Here, kitty kitty. Here, kitty. Here, kitty kitty kitty.
Sassy: No, dummy dummy dummy dummy.
Chance: [after catapulting Sassy into the sandbox] That's why they call it the *cat*-a-pult!
Chance: Are we going in circles? That tree smells familiar.
Shadow: Of course it does. It's pine.
Shadow: You've learned everything you need, Chance. Now all you have to learn is how to say goodbye.
Shadow: [after Sassy is lost in the river] I shouldn't have made her come.
Chance: It's not your fault, she wanted to come.
Shadow: But it's my responsibility. I had a responsibility to Sassy - to love her and protect her - the same as I have to you... and to Peter. And the same as you have to Jamie.
Chance: But we didn't ask for this job.
Shadow: We didn't have to. It's built in. Has been ever since the dawn of time... when a few wild dogs took it upon themselves to watch over man, to bark when he's in danger, to run and play with him when he's happy, to nuzzle him when he's lonely. That's why they call us man's best friend.
Chance: [narrating] Looking at him that night, he seemed so wise... and ancient, like the first dog who ever walked the earth. I just hope that one day, I can be like him.
[Chance lets a rabbit run away]
Chance: I hate fast food.
Chance: [running away from the turkey after he tries to scare the hens] Ah! It's Birdzilla! I swear I'll never eat a McNugget again!
[Chance is looking for fish in the river]
Chance: Ok, how did Sassy do it? I don't want it. I don't want it. I don't want... Ay-yi-yi!
[Pulls out a crawdad attached to his lips]
Chance: I don't want it! I don't want it! I don't want it!
Shadow: [laughing] Sassy would love to see this.
Sassy: [chased by the fat guy] This way, Thunder Butt.
[Chance is chewing apart an old shirt]
Sassy: Chance, stop! The blouse is dead!
Chance: That's right! And I have to shred it into teeny, tiny little pieces and I...
[gulps]
Chance:
Sassy: Oh, what a shame... Too bad it wasn't a zipper!
Chance: Hey, you better beat it powder puff before I turn you into dog meat!
Sassy: Oh, is that any way to speak to a petite dewdrop... you big flat-faced butt-sniffer?
[Chance barks and chases Sassy]
Sassy: [the animals are re-united and running towards each other] My Boys! My Boys!
Chance: Sassy! Sassy! Sa...
[nearly steps in a hole]
Chance: Whoa, gopher hole!
Chance: [after discovering a skunk in a hollow log] Hey, Shadow, you want to have some fun? Stick your head into that hole.
Chance: I can't sleep. I'm too tired to sleep. And this place is scary. I don't like it here. It gives me the creeps.
Sassy: [trying to scare him] Oooooooohh!
Shadow: Enough, Sassy. Now sleep.
Chance: You want to shake a paw? Shake hands? Is that worth most of your food? All of your food? She doesn't even know how to shake right. You need training.
Sassy: You need the training.
Chance: Ah, great. And I suppose you know a better way?
Sassy: Yes. I'll get food by acting like I don't want food.
Chance: That's stupid.
Sassy: I'll prove it.
Chance: Oh, you don't have to prove it. I believe you're stupid.
[Chance is chewing on an old boot]
Sassy: Do you have any idea where that's been?
Chance: Yeahhh. That's why I like it. You want some?
Sassy: I'm not really into leather.
Sassy: [seeing Chance eat greedily] I feel I'm going to be sick
[as Chance starts eating her unwanted food]
Sassy: Hey, now, *stop* it, that's *mine*
Chance: Yeah well, you snooze, you lose!
Sassy: Ugh! Canines!
Chance: [Chance is riding with his head out the car window] Da Daaaa Bat Dog!
Chance: [to Shadow] You pushed me this far, now I'm pushing you the rest of the way. You know, back in the woods, even when things looked really *bad*, I always thought we'd make it because I thought *you* were too stubborn to quit. Well, you're not going to quit, not now, not when we're this close.
Sassy: [after Chance uses a see-saw to launch Sassy into the sandbox] He threw me in the big litterbox!
Shadow: That was good, Sassy. A full stomach sure feels good.
Chance: Yeah, you sure do serve a lot better than we do.
Sassy: [burps] Excuse me.
Hope Burnford: Hungry?
Sassy: No.
Hope Burnford: But it's shrimp. You like shrimp.
Sassy: Yeah, well, I've still got those four pesky ounces still hanging on from last Christmas.
Shadow: Chance, you're a genius!
Chance: I am not! Uh, what's a genius?
Shadow: Never mind.
Chance: [catapults the mountain lion] Hasta la vista, Kitty!
Chance: [sees a real live Turkey for a second time] Ahhh! Birdzilla returns!
Sassy: Oh, Chance. When will you grow up? That bear could've eaten you. Don't you realize how painful that would've been... for the bear?
Chance: [encounters a grizzly bear] What is this?
[the bear growls]
Chance: Uh... gosh, you look hungry.
Shadow: Something doesn't smell right. They've been gone way too long. Much longer than they should have been. Something's really wrong.
Chance: Wake up and smell the kibble. They dumped us!
Shadow: No! It isn't true!
Chance: [Finds Sassy sleeping on the ground]
Chance: Well, look who's down in the dirt with the dogs.
Chance: Morning, honey.
[Licks Sassy]
Sassy: Ugh! Dog breath! Blah!
Chance: Shadow was faithful, Shadow was loyal... Shadow was a chump.
Sassy: Like my mother always said, curiosity killed the dog.
Chance: [seeing a poop] Wow! That's as big as Sassy!
Sassy: Thanks, precious.
Chance: Only it smells better!
Sassy: At least I don't roll in it like some species!
Chance: [eating a shoe and talking to Shadow] Why don't you relax, Gramps?
[with mouth full]
Chance: Have yourself a shoe!
Shadow: [tuts in disgust] Pups!
Sassy: Have you any idea where that's been?
Chance: Oh, yeah. That's why I love it
[At the vet, having porcupine quills removed]
Chance: Okay, okay, I'll talk! I left a gift on the carpet. I let Sassy take the rap for when I unrolled the toilet paper all over the house. I stole underwear on three occasions.
[the vet yanks a quill out of his face]
Chance: Okay, okay, four!
Chance: [barking at raccoon in a tree]
Sassy: Oh, right! Like if you yap at it, it's going to come right down and ask you to eat it! Ha, pitiful!
Sassy: It's like I said all along, poopsie: cats rule and dogs drool.
Chance: Get a life. Get nine of 'em.
Sassy: But it's true. Cats are smarter than dogs, and more attractive... and we don't drink from the toilet!
Shadow: I thought you were gonna stay, pup.
Chance: Yeah, but I thought I should come along, in case you two needed protection.
Sassy: My hero! Guess I'm gonna have to stare at YOUR butt the whole way.
Shadow: [growls at Chance as he noses the turkey]
Chance: Oh, back off, old man! You were just jealous cos I smelled it first.
Shadow: Would a rolled up newspaper mean anything to you?
Chance: No. Why?
Shadow: [barks]
Chance: All right! Okay! I just wanted to... smell it.
Shadow: [barks]
Chance: ...to make sure it was safe for people.
Shadow: I'm keeping my eye on you, pup.
Chance: Yeah, well I'm just gonna go mingle.
Chance: [horse neighs at him] Whoa, are you sick or what?
[chasing after ducks on a small pond]
Chance: Hey! Bath toys!
1st Dog at Pound: Hey, kitty!
2nd Dog at Pound: Yeah! Shake that tail, baby!
Sassy: I don't believe it. Cat calls.
Sassy: You just woke me up from a very deep catnap.
Chance: What's the matter, Sassy? Get up on the wrong side of the litter box?
Sassy: Even a great beauty needs her beauty sleep!
Chance: Beauty sleep? You'd have to sleep for, like, a month!
Chance: [eats a piece of broccoli] Ugh! What was that? Broccoli! Puh!
Chance: [sees a cake] Uh-oh! Must follow, must follow...
Chance: Cats are smarter than dogs, huh? Right. She doesn't even know the meaning of the word, "stay".
Chance: I can do better! Just give me a second chance!
Shadow: That was your second chance, Chance!
Chance: Then give me a third chance!
Chance: Flying meat!
[catches a meatball]
Chance: Ooh! Hot! Hot!
Chance: You were great. You were like Rin Tin Tin.
Shadow: Like who?
Chance: Rin Tin Tin. Don't you ever watch TV?
Chance: Jamie was supposed to belong to me, but I didn't need anyone else. I was alone. Still, you gotta admit, he did have a lot of great ideas.
[Chance is staring longingly at platefuls of food]
The Caterer: Sorry, NOT for doggies
Chance: Well, look who's down in the dirt with the dogs.
Sassy: Thanks, precious
Chance: You're welcome, cupcake
Shadow: [about Chance] I wonder if I could have that dog stuffed.