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1m45s
I don't think I can stomach any more of this garbage. - Same here. - Words out of my mouth. I used to sleep on a lamb's-wool bean-bag next to an electric space-heater. That's my territory. I'm an indoor dog. I starred in 22 consecutive Doggy Chop commercials. Look at me now. I couldn't land an audition. I was the lead mascot for an undefeated high-school baseball team. I lost all my spirit. I'm depressing. I only ask for what I've always had: a balanced diet, regular grooming, and a general physical once a year. I think I might give up. - What, right now? - Right now. There's no future on Trash Island. You heard the rumor, right? About Buster. - Not sure. - Can you remind me? Who's Buster? Uh, my brother from another litter. - What happened to him? - Suicided. Hanged himself by his own leash. - Hmm. - Oh, boy. I want my master. Ah... You make me sick. I've seen cats with more balls than you dogs. Stop licking your wounds! You hungry? Kill something and eat it. You sick? Take a long nap. You cold? Dig a hole in the ground, crawl into it, and bury yourself. But nobody's giving up around here, and don't you forget it, ever. You're Rex! You're King! You're Duke! You're Boss! I'm Chief. We're a pack of scary, indestructible Alpha Dogs. You're talking like a bunch of house-broken... pets. You don't understand. Uh, how could you? You're a...
Isle of Dogs
39s
Three years earlier. The sole survivor of last week's colossal bullet-train disaster, a young boy named Atari, awoke from a deep-coma early this morning to learn of his parents' tragic deaths and also the intention of his distant-uncle, Mayor Kobayashi, to personally adopt him as ward to the mayoral-household. Upon his release from Megasaki General, Atari who suffered the loss of his right kidney and numerous broken bones in the crash will live in sequestered quarters within the confines of Brick Mansion, where he will be educated in solitude by private tutors. Atari has also been assigned a security-detail for his own protection in the form of a highly trained bodyguard-dog named Spots Kobayashi.
Isle of Dogs
1m4s
Ten centuries ago, before the Age of Obedience, free dogs roamed at liberty, marking their territory. Seeking to extend its dominion, the cat-loving Kobayashi Dynasty declared war and descended in force upon the unwary four-legged beasts. On the eve of total canine annihilation, a child warrior sympathetic to the plight of the besieged underdog dogs betrayed his species, beheaded the head of the head of the Kobayashi clan and pledged his sword with the following battle-cry haiku. He would later be known as the Boy Samurai of Legend, RIP. At the end of the bloody dog wars, the vanquished mongrels became powerless house-pets: tamed, mastered, scorned. But they survived and multiplied. The Kobayashis, however, never forgave their conquered foe.
Isle of Dogs
24.8s
For a thousand years, these resilient animals have loved, served and protected us. Now, in their time of greatest need, we forsake them again? A tidal-wave of Anti-Dog hysteria has crippled our moral judgment. Give me six months, and I will deliver a serum. I'm this close, dammit. Dog-Flu will be eradicated. Snout-fever will be defeated. Canine Saturation will be returned to sustainable levels and without mass-neutering!
Isle of Dogs