The Fox and the Hound (1981) - Quotes

Amos Slade: Ouch! You're killing me! Ouch!

Widow Tweed: Amos Slade, will you hold still? You're behaving like a child.

Amos Slade: Well, for gosh sakes, you're hurting my foot, woman!

Widow Tweed: [laughs] Nonsense! Your foot is mending fine. You'll soon be yourself. Oh, land sakes. I don't know if I like that.

Amos Slade: Ow! Be careful! Ouch!

Chief: [a sleeping Copper remembers good times with Tod] He's sure making a big fuss over a little old hurt leg.

Young Tod: Copper? You're my very best friend.

Young Copper: And you're mine too, Tod.

Young Tod: And we'll always be friends forever, won't we?

Young Copper: Yeah, forever.

Copper: Tod?

Amos Slade: [angrily to Copper; Copper stands his ground. Amos keeps his gun aimed at Tod. With a sigh, he lowers his gun] C'mon, Copper. Get outta away. Well, come on, boy. Let's go home.

Mr. Digger: Hold it, sonny! Back off! Consarn it! Where do you think you're going?

Tod: Oh, excuse me, I was just trying to...

Mr. Digger: You barge in on somebody's house like you own it. Tarryhooting around them woods, waking up folks in the middle of the night.

Tod: I honestly didn't know anybody lived here, and I...

Mr. Digger: Well, you know it now. Now get off my property! Go on! Beat it!

Porcupine: [to Tod] I've been watching you, sir. You can stay with me if you want to.

Tod: That's very nice of you.

Porcupine: Come with me.

Amos Slade: She dropped that fox off at the game preserve. We'll get him. We'll get him.

Chief: Well, now, if you gotta have a busted leg, this is the way to do it. Good food, soft pillow, warm stove. Sure beats sleeping in that barrel. Well, now, here comes visitors to see the invalid. How do you like that? They didn't even ask how I'm feeling.

Amos Slade: Chief, get back in there before I break your other leg. Copper, Copper, look it here. Now, when that fox comes traipsing along, suspecting nothing...

Big Mama: Tod? Tod? Oh, boy. These old wings ain't what they used to be. Big Mama, you better lose a few pounds. Uh-oh, there he is. Tod! Tod!

Vixey: Oh, hi, Big Mama.

Big Mama: Oh, it's you, Vixey.

Vixey: Hey, what brings you way out here?

Big Mama: I'm looking for a fox named Tod. He's new here in the forest.

Vixey: Oh, new? Well, what does he look like?

Big Mama: Oh, he's young. About your age. And handsome.

Vixey: Handsome? Oh, say. Gee, he sure sounds nice. I'm not doing anything. I'll help you find him.

Big Mama: Come on. He's gotta be around here somewhere.

Tod: [Porcupine yawns] Wham? What happened? Where am I?

Mr. Digger: So, it's you again, hmm? You barged in on me last night, and now you...

Tod: I didn't mean to.

Mr. Digger: Just look at the mess you made. Dagnabbit, you clumsy bonehead!

Tod: I'm sorry. It was an accident.

Mr. Digger: Excuses, excuses.

Porcupine: Mr. Digger, sir? It was so too an accident.

Mr. Digger: You keep out of this, you walking pincushion.

Porcupine: You shouldn't be so grumpy to someone who's new in the neighborhood.

Mr. Digger: A stranger, eh? Why don't you go back where you came from?

Tod: Wham?

Mr. Digger: Well, go on. Get going. Git!

Amos Slade: Aw, come on, Chief. Just cause you're not sitting up front, that ain't no reason to be a sorehead. Shucks, if it weren't for you, Copper'd never have turned into a good hunting dog. Yes, sirree. Now I got me the best two dogs there is. Right, Copper? Isn't he something, Chief?

Tod: Look, Big Mama! Copper's back! Boy, has he grown big.

Big Mama: Uh-huh. And look at that big pile of skins he helped track down.

Tod: I know, Big Mama. He's a hunting dog now.

Big Mama: You're right. And you're a fox.

Tod: Ah, that won't make any difference. Copper's gonna be glad to see me.

Big Mama: Well, honey, just don't get your hopes too high.

Tod: Look, don't worry. I'll be careful. I'll go tonight when Chief and the hunter are asleep.

Copper: Boy, it's great to be back home, isn't it, Chief? Aw, come on, Chief. You aren't still sore, are you? Hey, hey, come on. Let's scuffle. We ain't scuffled in a long time. Come on, Chief! Let's have some fun!

Chief: Oh, lay off, Copper, you overgrown pup. Oh, let go! Dagnabbit! Let go, I say!

Copper: Oh, OK, OK.

Chief: You know, that was your trouble on the hunt.

Copper: Aw, come on, old-timer. You treat me like a pup, you know that? Why, I think I done real good tracking down them varmints for you.

Chief: Smelling and tracking ain't enough. You gotta think nasty.

Copper: OK, OK, I know. I know.

Tod: Copper. Hey, Copper. It's me, Tod.

Copper: [upon seeing Tod] I thought that was you, Tod. I heard you coming. Boy, you've really grown.

Tod: You have too, Copper. I saw you coming back with Chief and the hunter.

Copper: [looks back at Chief, who is trying to sleep] It's great to see you, Tod. But, you know, you shouldn't be over here. You're gonna get us both into a lot of trouble.

Tod: Hey, look, I just wanted to see you. We're still friends, aren't we?

Copper: Tod, those days are over. I'm a hunting dog now. You'd better get out of here before old Chief wakes up.

Tod: [chuckles] Oh, Chief. He doesn't worry me.

Copper: [Chief awakens and barks at Tod. Copper gasps. Amos opens the door as Tod runs] Tod, I'm serious. You're fair game as far as he's concerned.

Amos Slade: [shocked; angrier] IT'S THAT FOX AGAIN!

Widow Tweed: Oh, no! No! They're after Tod!

Amos Slade: After him, boys! Go get him! Copper! Copper! Copper!

Copper: Tod, I don't wanna see you get killed.

Amos Slade: Track him down, boy!

Copper: I'll let you go this one time.

Amos Slade: [a train suddenly approaches; Chief jumps and breaks his leg] Don't lose him! There they are! Old Chief's got him on the run! Jump, Chief! Jump!

Copper: Chief! Chief? Oh, no! No! Tod, if it's the last thing I do, I'll get you for this!

Widow Tweed: Tod! Tod? Tod! Oh, Tod! Thank heaven you're safe.

Copper: [after Chief's train accident, Amos storms over to Widow's house] Oh, poor Chief. I'm so sorry Chief, I'm so sorry, And it's all my fault. I shouldn't have let Tod go.

Dinky: Big Mama! Wake up! Wake up! There's trouble!

Widow Tweed: [Tod wakes up and fearfully hides behind the stove; Amos bangs on the door] Tod, what is it? What on Earth?

Amos Slade: Widow, get out here!

Widow Tweed: [opens the door] Why, Amos?! What are you...?

Amos Slade: Where is he? *Where* is he?! I know he's in there.

Widow Tweed: [pushing Amos; slams the door] Now just a minute. You can't come barging onto my property, Amos Slade!

Amos Slade: [Tweed latches the door] That fox of yours almost killed Chief, and I'm gonna get him! You can't keep him locked up forever!

Widow Tweed: [hears a shot; shocked; Amos shoots his gun, but misses Tod; takes Amos' gun and angrily shoots the radiator of Amos' truck, which hisses] Tod! Amos Slade, you trigger-happy lunatic! Give me that gun!

Amos Slade: My radiator! Why, you blasted female. I'll... I'll...

Widow Tweed: [aims the gun at him] Hold it right there!

Amos Slade: Watch it! That thing's loaded!

Widow Tweed: [shoots the last bullet in the air; tosses the empty gun back to Amos, who throws it into his truck] Now it ain't loaded!

Amos Slade: Dagnabbit, woman! Your thieving fox was after my chickens!

Widow Tweed: Rubbish and poppycock! I don't believe it. He wouldn't hurt a thing.

Amos Slade: You calling me a liar, you muddleheaded female? I saw it happen!

Widow Tweed: Amos Slade, that temper of yours is going to get you into a lot of trouble someday.

Amos Slade: [throws his hat to the ground and stomps on it] Temper? Temper, woman? You ain't seen my temper! If I ever catch that fox on my property again, I'll blast him! And next time, I won't miss!

Widow Tweed: Poor little tyke. It's a shame I have to keep him cooped up. Tod, stop looking at me like that. It's not my fault, you know. You caused a lot of trouble yesterday. Oh, now what are they up to? Why, it looks like Amos is going on a hunting trip. A long one, from the looks of it. Hmm. Well, good riddance!

Amos Slade: [tries to fix his truck up; kicks his truck in the front; his truck finally works right] Doggone meddling female, shooting up my radiator! Dad blame it. Get going! There. Well, that's more like it. Keep running, old girl. Well, Copper, me and old Chief are gonna teach you all about hunting. Yes, sir. It's about time too. Attaboy. Yeah, you're gonna like tracking down those varmints for me.

Chief: Uh-uh. Get in the back, half-pint. You gotta earn your right to sit up front.

Amos Slade: Well, boys, we're getting out of here till next spring.

Big Mama: Tod, honey, what are you doing over here?

Young Tod: Gee, I just wanted to say goodbye to Copper, but I'm too late.

Big Mama: Well, what did you plan to do if you ran into old Chief?

Young Tod: Ah, Chief. I can outfox that dumb old dog anytime.

Big Mama: Tod, now hold it just one minute. Didn't you learn anything yesterday? Now you listen good, because it's either education or elimination. Now if you're so foxy and old Chief's so dumb, then why does that hound get the fox on the run? Cause he's got the hunter, and the hunter's got the gun. Ka-bam! Elimination. Lack of education. If you pal around with that Copper hound, you'll wind up hanging on the wall. Keep your nose to the wind and you'll keep your skin cause you won't be home when the hunter comes to call.

Young Tod: Oh, Big Mama, I know Copper would never track me down. Why, old Copper, he's my best friend.

Big Mama: Your best friend. Now, Copper's gonna do what he's been told. Supposed to chase the little old fox into the old foxhole, then along comes the hunter with a buckshot load.

Boomer: Ka-ka-ka-bam!

Big Mama: Elimination.

Dinky: Lack of education.

Big Mama: You better believe it, Tod. Yes, sirree!

Young Tod: You mean Copper is gonna be my enemy?

Dinky: Hey! Kid, you better step over here and take a good look.

Young Tod: Why, that's awful. Those poor things.

Big Mama: I'm sorry, Tod. Honey, Copper's gonna come back a trained hunting dog. A real killer.

Young Tod: Oh, no, not my friend Copper. He won't ever change.

Big Mama: I hope you're right, Tod.

Young Tod: And we'll keep on being friends forever, won't we, Big Mama?

Big Mama: Darling, forever is a long, long time, and time has a way of changing things.

Young Tod: Copper, you're my very best friend.

Young Copper: And you're mine too, Tod.

Young Tod: And we'll always be friends forever, won't we?

Young Copper: Yeah, forever.

Young Tod: Hey, let's go swimming!

Young Copper: Give me a head start and I can beat you!

Amos Slade: [to Chief; he and Chief storm off into the forest to look for Copper. Copper hears Amos whistling for him while he swims with Tod; whistles again] Dagnabbit! That Copper pup's gone and strayed off again. Come on, Chief. If that little rascal's gonna make me a good hunting dog, he's gotta learn to mind. Copper, get over here! Copper!

Young Copper: Uh-oh, I gotta go home.

Young Tod: Do you have to? We're having too much fun.

Young Copper: I gotta. He sounds awful mad.

Young Tod: I'll see you tomorrow! And don't forget!

Young Copper: I won't!

Young Tod: [sees Copper with a rope tied behind his collar] Hey, Copper, what happened to you? Why didn't you...? Golly! You're all tied up.

Young Copper: Yeah, and it's no fun either. The master says I gotta stay home.

Young Tod: Well, we can play around here then.

Young Copper: Oh, no. Not with old Chief over there.

Young Tod: Is that him making that awful noise?

Young Copper: [Tod foolishly goes into Chief's barrel to watch him sleeping] He keeps me awake at night. Oh, don't go in there! He can get awful mean! He's cranky.

Young Tod: Gee-whillikers, is he ever big. His ears isn't as big as yours, Copper.

Young Copper: That's not the part you gotta worry about.

Young Tod: [foolishly checks Chief's teeth] Wow! Look at those teeth.

Young Copper: That's the part you gotta worry about!

Chief: I'm gaining on him. He won't get away now.

Young Copper: He's waking up! Get out, Tod!

Young Tod: No, he's having a dream. He's chasing something.

Chief: When I get him cornered... It's a big old badger.

Young Tod: [chuckles] Copper, he's chasing a badger.

Chief: [notices Tod] No, no, it ain't a badger. It's a fox. A FOX?

Young Copper: Run, Tod! Run!

Young Tod: I'm a fox. My name's Tod. What's your name, kid?

Young Copper: Mine's Copper. I'm a hound dog.

Young Tod: [Boomer accidentally pecks off the branch he's standing on and falls while he chases Squeeks] What happened to you? Golly!

Boomer: Oh, shucks! I think I bent my beak.

Dinky: [to Boomer; angrily] Now see what you done? You cost us our breakfast.

Boomer: I cost us our breakfast? It was your fault.

Dinky: What are you talking, my fault?

Young Tod: [Dinky and Boomer begin to argue. Squeeks yawns] A worm for breakfast? Yuck! Blecch!

Dinky: Good work, Boomer. We've got him this time. Shh! I think he's in there.

Big Mama: Whew! Am I glad I found you boys. There's no time to lose. I need your help. Now come on. Come on.

Dinky: Let's go, Boomer. Come on.

Boomer: Yeah, but... Oh, shucks. Oh, poor little guy.

Big Mama: Don't you worry now. We're going to find someone to look after you.

Dinky: [Boomer chuckles] Hmm. Hmm. Hey, I think I got an idea. OK, Boomer, now you know what to do.

Boomer: Yeah, leave it to me. Leave it to me.

Widow Tweed: [gasps] Who is it? Well, I was sure I heard someone knocking. Oh, dear! My laundry! Oh, here! Stop it! Oh, you pesky birds! Will you come back here? Oh, stop! Well, I wonder what got into those birds. Well, bless my soul! Why, it's a baby fox. Oh. Hello, little fella. I wonder where its mother is. Come on, now. I'm not going to harm you. Now, now. Oh, isn't that? Oh, my, my. You're a feisty little rascal, aren't you? There, there, now. Calm down. No, I just can't leave you out here all alone. Oh, isn't he darling? Now, not so fast. Now, now, not so fast. Oh, my. You're such a little toddler. Say, that's what I'm going to call you. Tod. You know, Tod, I'm not going to be so lonesome anymore.

Amos Slade: [to Chief] I got a surprise for you, Chief, old boy. Now, now, now, take it easy. Well, how's this for a hunting dog? He's just a little runt now, but he'll grow. You may as well get used to him, Chief. He's for you to look after from now on.

Widow Tweed: [to Tod; Abigail angrily mooing; to Abigail; as she is milking Abigail; to Tod; to Abigail] Tod, stop pesterin Abigail. Abigail, you're going to have to be patient with Tod. He's one of the family now. Oh, of course. Now I know. I declare, I never will get my chores done. Oh, mercy! Tod?! Tod, stop it! Abigail! Abigail! Oh, no! There goes my milk! OH, NO! Easy, easy, Abigail. Steady, old girl. Steady. There, there. Tod, you come here. I said come here! Just look what you've done. Now, don't try to butter me up. Oh, Tod, I just can't stay angry with you. You little imp. Now run along and play. Go on. And try to stay out of mischief.

Young Tod: Hey, it's Dinky and Boomer. Maybe they wanna play.

Dinky: Is this it, Boomer?

Boomer: Sure, Dinky. This is the place. I never forget a tree. I never forget a tree.

Dinky: He won't get away this time. Hold it, Boomer. I think I hear something.

Big Mama: My, my. Look at that. A fox and a hound, playing together.

Big Mama: [first line of the film] You poor little fella. It's all right. Big Mama's here.