Shoo, go on, get away from here. My owner does not give scraps to common strays. Common...

Tiger: Shoo, go on, get away from here. My owner does not give scraps to common strays. Stella: Common strays? Alright, you asked for it... [turns and raises rear] RJ: [whispers] Get the collar! Stella: Gee, that's a nice collar you got on. Mind if I have a look? Tiger: No-no-no-no-no! Come no closer! I must not be so near a creature of the outdoor woods. [sneezes] Tiger: Away with your filth! Stella: My filth? My *filth*? Penny: Oh jeepers here we go. Stella: Okay, that's it. I'm sick and tired of everybody taking one look at me and running away 'cause they think I'm filthy. Well I got news for you: I didn't get primped and preened to have some overfed, pompous puffball tell me he's too good for me. I've got makeup on my *butt*, dude! And you don't even want to know about the cork! Tiger: Stop! No one has *ever* spoken to me like that! [others gasp] Tiger: It is bold... I like it. Stella: Yeah? Well, there's more where that came from, uh... puffball! [Leads him away from the door] Tiger: You're strong. Your essence is overpowering. Stella: [pushes tail down] Wh-what do you mean by that? Tiger: It is your eyes. Stella: My eyes? Tiger: They are... luminous. Stella: Luminous... Dang.

- Meow. - Yeah, right. Shoo. Go on, get away from here. My owner does not give scraps to common strays. Oommon strays? All right, you asked for it. - Get the collar! - Gee, that's a nice collar you got on. - Mind if I have a look? - No! Oome no closer! I must not be so near a creature of the outdoor woods. - Away with your filth! - My filth? - My filth?! - Oh, jeepers, here we go. OK, that's it. I am sick and tired of everybody taking one look at me and running away cos they think I'm filthy. Well, I got news for you. I didn't get all primped and preened to have some over-fed, pompous puffball tell me he's too good for me. I got makeup on my butt, dude! And you don't even wanna know about the cork! Stop! No one has ever spoken to me like that! It is bold. I like it. Well, believe me, there's more where that came from... ...puffball. - All right, team, let's boogie. You are strong. Your essence is overpowering. - What...? What do you mean by that? - It is your eyes. - My eyes. - They are luminous. Luminous? Dang. You know, I think this is the part where I blacked out. Did the little shoes and cars actually get into the house? - So you got a name? - Yes. It is a Persian name, for I am Persian. I was born Prince Tigeriess Mahmood Shabaz. That's a mouthful. Oan I just call you Tiger? - This place is huge. - Wicked cool. Animals are in the house. Wow! - Oh, my goodness. - This is so cool. - Yes! OK, stations, everybody. - Let's boogie! - We got it. - Here we go. No grip, no grip, no grip. - Hammy! Less claw, more pad. - Oh, OK. That hurt. - Just a minute, I'll be right there. - What was that? Lt... That's just the sound of my heart. Oan't you hear it?