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.
Carface: Morons! I'm surrounded by morons.
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.
Itchy Itchiford: Charlie, let me think about this.
Charlie: No! Don't think! From now on, I'll do the thinking.
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.
Dog: What are the odds on Terrible Tom?
Dog Bookie: Terrible.
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.
Whippet Angel: All dogs go to heaven because, unlike people, dogs are naturally good and loyal and kind.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Carface: Gamblers are never happy, Charlie.
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.
Answer: Charlie talks to Anne Marie about them so my guess is that he has visited the puppies and the female dog before maybe even a few times.