An American Tail: Fievel Goes West1991

Tiger:
[trying to stop Miss Kitty leaving] Uh, can we have an espresso and talk this over, please? Please?

Miss Kitty:
Listen, Tiger. You're an alley cat, born and bred!

Tiger:
How true-!

Miss Kitty:
I got a ticket to sunshine and I'm going west. I heard there's a town that promises a new frontier-and a brand new breed of cat!

Tiger:
Is there anything wrong with my breed?

Miss Kitty:
City cats got too much "purr" in their fur, none of "growl" in their howl! Look at you. You catnap-cat around-and heck-I don't mean to be mean, but-you're even a little bit of a fraidycat.

Tiger:
Who told you that?! I'm no 'fraidycat'! I'll show you - I'll show them - I'm no 'fraidycat'!

Miss Kitty:
Tiger! I don't want a tomcat, tough cat, or even a tough tabby, I just want - how do I say this? I just want a cat... who's more like a dog. [sees her stagecoach] That's my ride out west. Now show me you're tough, and don't make a big fuss when I leave, 'kay?

Tiger:
You don't mean-this is goodbye?!

Miss Kitty:
Hey, there are no goodbyes between you and me, Tiger. After all, we'll always have the Bronx. Here's looking at you, kid. [she leaps onto the stagecoach]

Tiger:
The Bronx, that's right, the Bronx. I won't make a fuss- I can handle it- I... [he breaks down in tears]