Oliver and Company (1988)

Tito: Hey, man, if this is torture, chain me to the wall.

Dodger: Absitively posolutely.

Dodger: All right, you guys. If Mr. Sykes don't see some cold, hard cash, we are Doberman chow.

Jenny: For the kitty, the house speciality: oeufs a la Jenny avec Cocoa Krispies.

Tito: Allow me to introduce myself: I am Ignacio Alonso Julio Federico de Tito.
Georgette: Get away from me, you little bug-eyed creep.

Dodger: You're all right, kid, for a cat. We'll keep a spot open in the gang for ya. Vice president, uptown chapter.

Tito: It's newspaper burritos for breakfast again, man.

Dodger: You wanna leave? Fine! There's the door.
Einstein: But he just got here.
Dodger: Go on. No one's stoppin' ya.

Dodger: Whoa! Chill out, man. I don't eat cats. It's too much fur.

Roscoe: You know Rita, I can't figure out why you rather hang around a dump like this when you could be living uptown with a class act like myself.

Francis: My name is Francis. Fran-cis. Not Frank, not Frankie - Francis.

Tito: Hey, hey, hey! There is a lady, Francis.
Georgette: Well, it's nice to see that one of you has some manners.
Tito: After you, my little croissant.
Francis: Good grief.

Fagin: My days are numbered, and the number is three.

Georgette: Save me, save me Alonzo.
Tito: Hey, get off my back woman. I'm driving.