Don (sheepdog): What the 'ell art thou playin' at? Art thou stark bloody mad or what?
Snitter: We just need a master.
Don: Just need a master? Of all the...! Art thou out of thy mind? Chasin' yows up and down fell! Snappin' and bitin'! Where's thy farm at? Where's thy master? Thou's nipped young yow too, thou bastard. It's bleedin'!
(Rowf and Snitter come across The Tod)
Rowf: Stay where you are! I mean it!
The Tod: Away now kidder... no need for you an' me to start battlin'. Wher'd ya get that crack on the head, bonny lad?
Snitter: The road was black and white and then the truck came and... lightning shot down my head... it is a dog, isn't it?
Rowf: He's a thief!
The Tod: Now give over! Let's all be mates! No need for a barney. Stick wi' me and we'll all be champion... else you'll soon be dead.
The Tod: Aye. Dead. An' no arguement about it.
Rowf: We're not about to die...
The Tod: No? Why, hinny, you've got no chance at all. I've been watchin' ye the last two days - you'll not last! Hollerin' yer heads off, racin' about the fell...
(Rowf and Snitter swimming in the ocean)
Snitter: If there is any island, Rowf.
Rowf: There is. There... can't you see it? Our island! Just stay with me. I'll get you there.