ANGEL: Whoa, nice neighbourhood. Snob Hill.
SCAMP: Hey, Jim Dear never leaves this gate open.
JIM DEAR: Come on, Tramp.
SCAMP: Oh, no! We gotta get outta here.
ANGEL: Why? What's wrong?
JIM DEAR: Come on, boy. We've done all we can for one day.
LADY: Oh, we'll find him. You were the best street dog there ever was. And I still have faith in the old Tramp.
TRAMP: Old Tramp? Hmph. If only the old Tramp was still here.
JIM DEAR: Come on, Tramp! We'll find Scamp tomorrow.
ANGEL: The Tramp is your father?
SCAMP: I... Wait. No, wait! Angel, wait!
DARLING: Did you find him?
JIM DEAR: May be tomorrow.
JUNIOR: Scamp. Bad Scamp.
SCAMP: Gosh, I didn't think they'd miss me that much.
ANGEL: You didn't think they'd miss you? I can't believe you'd run away from a home like this.
SCAMP: Well, you don't know what it was like.
ANGEL: No, I don't. Whoo, must have been horrible having someone care about you that much.
SCAMP: I need to be wild and free. I'll never find that here. I'd give anything to have what you have.
ANGEL: And I'd give anything to have what you have. Come on, Scamp. We could run off together. We don't need them.