Winston: Now, really, Jenny. We can't just take in a stray off the street. But look at the poor thing.
Jenny: Winston, he's half starved.
Winston: (Grunting) Ah. I know you're growing attached to the little fellow, but do try to understand. Your parents left me responsible for you.
Jenny: They won't mind. Really. Don't worry, kitty. I'll take care of you.
Winston: Georgette is not going to like this. Rise and shine, Georgette. Your public awaits.
Georgette: (Gasps, then sings) Girl, we've got work to do
Pass me the paint
Perfect isn't easy
But... it's... me
When one knows the world is watching
One does what one must
Some minor adjustments darling
Not for my vanity but for humanity
Each little step a pose
See how the breeding shows
Sometimes it's too much for even me
But when all the world says yes
Then who am I to say no
Don't ask a mutt to strut like a showgirl
No, girl ya need a pro
Not a flea or a flaw
Take a peek at that paw
Perfection becomes me
Ne c'est pas
I'm beauty unleashed
So classic and classy
We're not talkin'
Aaa Aaa Ooo Ooo
Georgette: (continues singing) Though many covet my bone and bowl
They're barkin'up the wrong tree
You pretty pups all over the city
I have your hearts and you have my pity
Pretty is nice but still it's just pretty
Perfect, my dears
Jenny: Wait 'til you taste this. It's a secret recipe I just invented.
(Dishes clattering, Bell Rings)
Winston: What on earth... My goodness! Jenny! Don't you think a tin of kitty chow would have sufficed?
Jenny: Nonsense. He'll love this.
Winston: Now, young lady. I really think we should've waited until your parents... (Egg cracking) Eeew! (Phone ringing) Oh, bother! And for ze kitty, the house specialty. (Phone ringing) Oeufs a la Jenny avec Cocoa Krispies. Mmm.
Winston: Jenny, it's your parents!
Jenny: Yeah! Wait 'til I tell 'em! Oh, yes, sir. I do assure you everything is absolutely hunky...
Winston: Georgette, I wouldn't go in there if I were you. Uh, everything's fine here. They're gonna be so excited. Here she is now.
Georgette: (Gasps) A cat! What is the meaning of this? Bark, bark. Winston! Bark, bark, bark. [Seething] I guess I'll have to handle this myself. Hello.
Georgette: I, um, hope you won't think me rude, but do you happen to know... out of whose bowl you're eating?
Georgette: Ooo. Aren't you a clever kitty? And do you have any idea whose home this is?
Kitten: I... thought it was Jenny's.
Georgette: Well, it may be Jenny's house, but everything from the doorknobs down is mine!
Jenny: Oh, Georgette. I see you've met Oliver. Isn't he cute? I've got great news. Mom and Dad just said I could keep him. I'm sure you two are gonna be the best of friends.