Isle of Dogs (2018)
Edward Norton: Rex
Rex : I used to sleep on a lamb's wool beanbag next to an electric space heater. That's my territory, I'm an *indoor* dog.
King : I starred in twenty-two consecutive Doggy Chow commercials. Look at me now, I couldn't land an audition.
Boss : I was the lead mascot for an undefeated high school baseball team. I lost all my spirit, I'm depressing.
Duke : I only ask for what I've always had, a balanced diet, regular grooming, and a general physical once a year.
Chief : You're talking like a bunch of housebroken... pets.
Rex : You don't understand. Uh, how could you, I mean you're a...
Chief : Go ahead say it. I'm a stray, yeah.
Chief : Rex! King! Duke! Boss! You made it!
Rex : What happened to you?
Chief : I took a bath.
Rex : What, he's got soap?
Chief : Just a little.
Rex : You're too fluffy.
Chief : We played fetch.
Rex : With a stick?
Chief : With a hunk of rubber radiator tubing.
Rex : And you brought it back to him?
Chief : Yeah. He's a good boy.
Rex : Don't you tell me that! I was the one that tried to make you be loyal to him in the first place!
Chief : Stop, *stop*! This is the rendevous! Where's that trash-tram taking you?
Rex : You think we booked this flight through a travel agent? We were fighting for our lives in a high-velocity trash-processor while you were getting scrubbed and brushed!
Chief : Jump!
Rex : Where?
Chief : Here!
Rex : When?
Chief : Now!
Rex : Why?
Chief : *What*?
Rex : [from trailer] To the North; a long rickety causeway over a noxious sludge marsh, leading to a radioactive landfill polluted by toxic chemical garbage. That's our destination. Get ready to jump.
[Two packs of feral dogs growling at each other over a garbage bag potentially containing food]
Rex : Wait a second. Before we attack each other and tear ourselves to shreds like a pack of maniacs, let's just open the sack first and see what's actually in it. It might not even be worth the trouble.
Igor : Alright.
Rex : A rancid apple core, two worm-eaten banana peels, a moldy rice cake, a dried-up pickle, tin of sardine bones, a pile of broken egg-shells, an old smushed-up rotten gizzard with maggots all over it...
Chief : Okay, it's worth it.
[All dogs proceed to fight]