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(The Aristocats)
{Fade to morning, O'Malley walks singing and his song wakes up Duchess}

O'Malley:
I like a chee-chee-chee-chee-rony
Like they make at home
Or a healthy fish with a big backbone
I'm Abraham de Lacy
Giuseppe Casey
Thomas O'Malley
O'Malley the alley cat!

I've got that wanderlust
Gotta walk the scene
Gotta kick up highway dust
Feel the grass that's green
Gotta strut them city streets
Showin' off my eclat, yeah!
[He sees Duchess looking at him]
Tellin' my friends of the social elite
Or some cute cat I happen to meet
That I'm
Abraham de Lacy
Guiseppe Casey
Thomas O'Malley,
O'Malley the alley cat!

Duchess laughs: Why, monsieur, your name seems to cover all of Europe

O'Malley: Well of course. I'm the only cat of my kind.
I'm king of the highway
Prince of the boulevard
Duke of the avant-garde
The world is my backyard
So if you're goin' my way
[Kittens wake up and peek from the basket]
That's the road you wanna seek
Calcutta to Rome or home sweet home
In Paris
Magnifique, you all

Toulouse: Oh boy! An alley cat!
Marie (hushing him with a paw): Shh! Listen!

O'Malley continues:
I only got myself
And this big old world
But I sip that cup of life
With my fingers curled
I don't worry what road to take
I don't have to think of that
Whatever I take is the road I make
It's the road of life, make no mistake
For me,
yeah, Abraham de Lacy,
Giuseppe Casey
Thomas O'Malley
O'Malley the alley cat!
That's right, and I'm very proud of that.
Yeah!

Duchess laughs and claps: Bravo! Very good. You are a great talent.
O'Malley: Oh thank you. And what might your name be?
Duchess: My name is Duchess.
O'Malley: Duchess. Beautiful. Love it. And those eyes.. ooh. Why your eyes
are like sapphires, sparkling so bright, they make the morning
radiant.. and light.
Marie: How romantic..
Berlioz: Sissy stuff!
Duchess: Oh, c'est tres joli, monsieur. Very poetic. But it is not quite
Shakespeare.
O'Malley: Of course not. That's pure O'Malley, baby. Right off the cuff, yeah.
I got a million of 'em.
Duchess: Oh, no more, please. I am really in a great deal of trouble.
O'Malley: Trouble? Helping beautiful dame-- uh, damsels in distress is
my specialty. Now, what's the hang-up, your ladyship?
Duchess: Well, it is most important that I get back to Paris. So if you would be just so kind and show me the way.
O'Malley: Show you the way? Perish the thought! We shall fly to Paris on a
magic carpet, side by side,
[Marie runs out of the basket]
with the stars as our guide, just we two.
Marie: Ooh, that would be wonderful!
O'Malley: Three?
[The other kittens run up]
Four. Five!
Duchess: Oh yes, monsieur O'Malley. These are my children.
O'Malley: Oh, how sweet.
Berlioz: Do you really have a magic carpet?
Marie: And are we really gonna ride on it?
Duchess: Now, now, Marie.
Marie: Mama, do I have sparkling sapphire eyes that dazzle too?
O'Malley: Hoo-ooh, did I say that?
Duchess: Yes. Right off your cuff.
Berlioz: And you said we're gonna ride on your magic carpet.
O'Malley: Well, now, uh-- what I meant, you see, I--
Duchess: No poetry to cover this situation, monsieur O'Malley?
O'Malley: What I had in mind was a kind of a sports model, baby. You know, one of those--
Duchess: Perhaps a magic carpet built for two?
Marie: I wouldn't take up much room.
Duchess sighes: I understand perfectly, monsieur O'Malley. Well, come along, darlings.
Marie sighes.
Toulouse hisses: I'm a tough alley cat too.
O'Malley: Hey there! You're comin' on. I'll bet you're a real tiger in your
neighborhood!
Toulouse: Yeah, that's 'cause I practice all the time.
Duchess: Now, now, Toulouse, come along, dear.
Toulouse: Yes mama.
O'Malley: See ya around, tiger!
[Toulouse leaves, hissing every few steps]
O'Malley to himself: Now that's quite a family. And come to think of it,
O'Malley, you're not a cat, you're a rat. Right? Right.

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