That kid is gonna get us all put to sleep. Euthanized. We won't find the dog, but we will die trying.
Isle of Dogs
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- Here's one. - One what?
Isle of Dogs
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It's full of toxic chemicals. How do you know? Because my sister-in-law drank it, and her tongue turned black.
Isle of Dogs
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I don't believe in masters. I never did. It's against my principles. But this is no place for a dog like you. You belong somewhere. You've got papers.
Isle of Dogs
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I bite.
Isle of Dogs
10.3s
Will you help him? The Little Pilot? Why should I? Because he's a 12-year-old boy. Dogs love those.
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Blood all over the kitchen floor. They rushed him to the emergency room and I got pad-locked out in the tool-shed with the lights out. It gave me some time to think. What happened? Why did I do that? To this day, I have no idea. I guess he scared me.
Isle of Dogs
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Not a bad way to go. You're out-voted, anyway.
Isle of Dogs
5.9s
We believe we've recovered a viable DNA sample from this article of damaged aviation equipment.
Isle of Dogs
2.2s
Somebody's stalking us.
Isle of Dogs
2.2s
I have a hunch.
Isle of Dogs
11.3s
I was bred as a show-dog. I was groomed for that purpose. It wasn't my choice. I don't consider it my identity. Anyway, look around. What difference does it make now?
Isle of Dogs
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I'll spell it out. I believe Municipal Dome propaganda has deliberately stoked irrational, Anti-Dog fear and suppressed a medically proven Dog-Flu treatment in order to promote a secret campaign to turn the country against its innocent house-pets. There. I said it.
Isle of Dogs
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Apparently, I bit him so hard, I nearly chewed his hand off.
Isle of Dogs
2.5s
We know the animal you seek.
Isle of Dogs
13.5s
That night, an old woman, she must've been the grandmother brought me out a bowl of some homemade hibachi-chili. I like to think she cooked it for me, personally -but who knows? Maybe it was just more left-overs. But... You've got a tick.
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I've lost all of my pride I've been to paradise and out the other side Part Two: "The Search for Spots." With no one to guide me Torn apart by a fiery wheel inside me An untouched diamond That's golden and brilliant without illumination Your mouth's a constellation The stars are in your eyes I'll take a spaceship and try and go and find you The Middle Fingers of Trash Island wind and weave up-river, inter-stitched by zig-zagging pipe-lines and rusty viaducts. The ruins of a failed utility-complex washed-out by tsunami. The rubble of an abandoned power-plant demolished by earthquake. The remains of a deserted industrial estate destroyed by volcanic blast. I won't hurt you I won't hurt you I won't hurt you I won't hurt you The Old Trash Island Athletic Club, member-less and long-forgotten. Okay, I got a question. What's your favorite food? A double-portion of Doggy Chop from the can mixed into a bowl of broken Puppy Snaps with a vitamin crushed up into it. King's the spokes-dog for that. He's the Doggy Chop dog. - Mmm. Used to be. - Was that your daily meal? Not always. My master was a school-teacher. We weren't rich, you know. You? A center-cut Kobe rib-eye, seared, on the bone, with salt and pepper. Wow. It was my birthday supper. Every year. Mine's hot-sausage, yakitori-style. The snack vendor always saved me one on game-days. - Hmm. Duke? - Ah, green-tea ice cream. My master had a sweet-tooth. I probably inherited it from her.
