Sassy: Oh, no. I'm with strangers.
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.
Chance: Are we going in circles? That tree smells familiar.
Shadow: Of course it does. It's pine.
Sassy: Oh, Chance. When will you grow up? That bear could've eaten you. Don't you realise how painful that would've been... for the bear?
Shadow: Chance, you're a genius.
Chance: I am not! Uh, what's a genius?
Shadow: Never mind.
Chance: There's a big huge cat.
Shadow: Balderdash! You're seeing things! Now, stop scaring the fish.
Chance: But, it was there! I didn't.
Chance: Well, look who's down in the dirt with the dogs.
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.
Sassy: Like my mother always said, curiosity killed the dog.
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.
Chance: But they taste the best when they fall in the dirt.
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: 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.
Hope Burnford: Hungry?
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.
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: Cats are smarter than dogs, huh? Right. She doesn't even know the meaning of the word, "stay."
Chance: I'm too pooped to poop.
Shadow: You've learned everything you need, Chance. Now all you have to learn is how to say goodbye.
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.