Air Bud

Referee #1:
Ain't no rules says a dog can't play basketball.

Norm Snively:
[on the phone with an agent] Oh, wait, the Oprah woman... Oprah, you know, the Oprah woman, she likes dogs? I'd LOVE to do Jay Leno! [puts a can on a stack of other cans and the stack collapses. Snively notices Josh releasing Buddy from the chain] Hey! Get back here with my dog! [hangs the phone and runs after Josh and Buddy]

Norm Snively:
[on the phone] No, no, I don't want my dog doing beer commercials.

Judge Cranfield:
By the powers invested in me, I award custody of the dog to Josh Framm! [bangs his gavel] Case closed, thank God!

Andrea Framm:
[just after Josh did a light quick kiss, on her forehead, as he was about to leave the house] What's with Josh?

Arthur Chaney:
Why not let the dog choose, your honor? They say a dog is man's best friend. If that's the case, shouldn't the dog be able to choose who he wants to be friends with?

Judge Cranfield:
Who are you, Barnum or Bailey?

Arthur Chaney:
Arthur Chaney, your honor.

Judge Cranfield:
Mr. Chaney, do your reali... [stammers in shock] Arthur Chaney? New York Knicks, '56? Huh, I was at that Celtics game where you did the turn-around jumper, at the buzzer. [light chuckle] I spilled beer all over my wife.

Bailiff:
Your honor?

Judge Cranfield:
What? Oh, yes, yes, yes. [clears his throat Bangs Gavel. Buddy barks] Mr. Chaney.

Arthur Chaney:
Well, I've been thinking. This dog is what, three, four years old. That makes him an adult, in our years. I say let Buddy decide.

Judge Cranfield:
Mr. Chaney, during my 40 years on the bench, I have heard a lot of lamebrain cockamanie proposals. But this one I like.

Josh Framm:
[a day or two after Principal Pepper fired Coach Barker; knocks on her office door] Mrs. Pepper?

Principal Pepper:
Mm-hmm.

Josh Framm:
Um, have you found a basketball coach yet?

Principal Pepper:
Mm-hmm. Yes, Larry's father volunteered. Just until we find a new P.E. teacher.

Josh Framm:
[starts to leave, but then goes back to her door] Okay.

Principal Pepper:
Mm-hmm.

Josh Framm:
[opens her door, the second time] Would it be weird, if I make a suggestion?

Jackie Framm:
[just after lightly hitting Buddy's cage, and opening it, in the street] Is everyone okay?

Andrea Framm:
[in the car seat] No.

Referee #1:
Does he dribble?

Arthur Chaney:
No, but he might drool a little bit.

Musical Band Teacher (cameo):
[Josh is trying to play a trombone] No, no, no. Don't blow so hard. [Josh blows his trombone softer] Okay, blow a little harder. [Josh then blows the trombone's slide completely out; it falls to the ground, then other classmates and band members laugh at him]

Judge Cranfield:
Next case: Snively vs. Framm. This one of your high-profile divorce cases?

Bailiff:
No, sir. Custody.

Judge Cranfield:
Oh, custody. [then sees Buddy, unchained, in his courtroom] Holy Toledo! What is that dog doing in the courtroom?

Bailiff:
That's the uh, "child", sir.

Judge Cranfield:
That's a pretty ugly kid.

Bailiff:
It's a dog.

Judge Cranfield:
What?

Bailiff:
The case is about custody of a dog.

Judge Cranfield:
All right, I'll take it, but we have to do this seriously. I will not have my courtroom turned into some kind of circus. [Norman Snively walks into the courtroom, dressed as a clown, shocking Judge Cranfield] Who the hell are you?

Norman Snively:
Mr. Norman F. Snively. I'm the plaintiff.

Judge Cranfield:
You look like an idiot!

Norman Snively:
Why, thank you, sir.

Josh Framm:
[starts looking for Buddy after he wakes up Christmas morning] Buddy. [not seeing him under the bed where he expected] Buddy? [leaps out of bed alarmed by not finding him] Buddy!

Jackie Framm:
[Josh runs downstairs, finds Buddy, beside Jackie, with a Christmas ribbon on his forehead] Merry Christmas, Josh!

Josh Framm:
Buddy! [hugs Buddy, extra heavily, causing Buddy to whine] Thank you, Mom. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!

Jackie Framm:
That's my son!

[after Josh's 3-point field-goal, leading the Timberwolves to victory over Warriors]

Jackie Framm:
That's my son!

Jackie Framm:
[in the car, and Andera Framm crying] You okay? You okay, sweetie? You okay?

Andrea Framm:
[in the car seat] No!!