Major-Domo is accusing the mayor of breaking his campaign promise! He's steaming mad!
Isle of Dogs
18.9s
I dedicate this poem to my distant-uncle, Mayor Kobayashi, who took me in when I myself was a stray-dog with nowhere else to turn. Editor Hiroshi, please extend my subscription for an additional year. I enclose a check in the amount of one thousand yen. Signed, Atari Kobayashi, former ward to the mayoral-household.
Isle of Dogs
6.3s
We would have dropped dead in a week or less without that nourishment. We were dying. Do you judge us for that?
Isle of Dogs
1.9s
Hmm... Hmm.
Isle of Dogs
2.3s
So how does it feel to be a former stray?
Isle of Dogs
24.6s
Puppy Snaps. I heard they don't even make them anymore. You heard the rumor, right? About Kobayashi Pharmaceutical. - I never heard it. - What rumor? They invented Dog-Flu. - No. - Of course. That makes sense. Where do you get all these rumors? I mean, who tells them to you? I don't know. Anybody. Dogs talk, and I listen. Always have. I, uh, love gossip. Spots!
Isle of Dogs
7.4s
Possibly. Anyway, we should make it at least 30 days community-service and a fine of no less than 250,000 yen. Meeting adjourned.
Isle of Dogs
7.4s
Actually, it's pretty obvious. This is my mate, Peppermint. She's pregnant with our first litter. She was due a week ago.
Isle of Dogs
9.2s
Some say a few lost-dogs continue to roam and scavenge on Trash Island. However, these rumors remain unconfirmed.
Isle of Dogs
1.6s
Sit-o!
Isle of Dogs
2.6s
The black owl has a message.
Isle of Dogs
5.3s
I beg your pardon. Ignore that dog. He's got Snout-fever. Just please follow us.
Isle of Dogs
11.5s
First-things-first: let's open his helmet so he can breathe some air if he's alive, then see if we can pull that hunk of broken propeller-clutch out of the side of his head if it doesn't kill him. - Does that sound right? - Yeah, that's right. Mmm-hmm.
Isle of Dogs
1.8s
Wow.
Isle of Dogs
24.4s
How does she keep her fur so clean? There's no shampoo on Trash Island. You heard the rumor, right? About her and Felix. - What'd they say? - Felix? No. - What happened to them? - They mated. Ooh. Who is Felix again? All the ones I like: they're never in heat. Hey, now, that puddle-jumper's flying crooked. - Oh, you're right. - Ease up. - Pull up. - He's gonna lose a wing.