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Scat Cat: What's a little swinger like you doing on our side of town?
Roquefort: Please! I was sent for help, by a cat.
Scat Cat: Why that's outrageous! It's crazy!
[cats laugh]
Roquefort: But honest! He said just to mention his name.
Russian Cat: So, start mentioning name, rodent.
Roquefort: Now, don't rush me, fellas. His name is... O'Toole.
Scat Cat: I don't dig him. Strike one.
Roquefort: O'Brian?
Scat Cat: Strike two.
Roquefort: You believe me, don't you?
English Cat: Keep guessing, Mousey.
Roquefort: What was it? O'... Grady?
Scat Cat: Mousey, you've just struck out. Any last words?
Roquefort: Oh, why did I ever listen to that O'Malley cat?
Thomas O'Malley: That's quite a family. Come to think of it, O'Malley, you're not a cat, you're a rat. Right? Right.
Amelia Gabble: Abigail, if I walk any further, I'll get flat feet.
Abigail Gabble: But Amelia, we were born with flat feet.
Duchess: Thomas, this is Amelia and Abigail Gabble.
Thomas O'Malley: Yeah, honey. Get those two web-footed lifeguards out of here.
Duchess: Now, now, Thomas.
Thomas O'Malley: Okay. Okay, baby.
[to the geese]
Thomas O'Malley: Hiya, chicks.
[Abigail and Amelia Gabble laugh]
Abigail Gabble: We're not chickens. We're geese.
Thomas O'Malley: [sarcastically] No. I thought you were swans.
Napoleon: It's a motorcycle. Two cylinder. Chain drive. One squeaky wheel, on the front, it sounds like. Now you go for the tyres, and I'll go right for the seat of the problem.
Lafayette: How come you always grab the tender part for yourself?
Napoleon: 'Cause I outrank you, that's why. Now, stop beatin' your gums and sound the attack.
[Lafayette barks]
Napoleon: No, that's mess call.
Lafayette: Made a mess of it, huh?
Napoleon: You can be replaced, you know.
Marie: Me first! Me first!
Toulouse: Why should you be first?
Marie: Because I'm a lady. That's why.
Toulouse: Oh, you're not a lady.
Berlioz: You're nothing but a sister!
Napoleon: Lafayette! Lafayette, listen.
Lafayette: Oh, shucks, Napoleon. That ain't nothin' more but a little ol' cricket bug.
Napoleon: It's squeaky shoes approachin'.
Lafayette: Oh, cricket bugs don't wear shoes.
Napoleon: Hush your mouth! Let's see. They're Oxford shoes, size nine and a half. Hole in the left sole, it sounds like.
Lafayette: What colour are they?
Napoleon: Why, they're black... Ah, now how would I know that?
Thomas O'Malley: 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 jolie, monsieur. Very poetic. But it is not quite Shakespeare.
Thomas O'Malley: 'Course not. That's pure O'Malley, baby. Right off the cuff. Yeah. I got a million of 'em.
Uncle Waldo: It's outrageous! Why, you won't believe what they tried to do to your poor Uncle Waldo. Look! Look at this!
[reading from menu of Le Petit Cafe]
Uncle Waldo: "Prime Country Goose A la Provencale, stuffed with chestnuts"...? "And basted in white wine." *Hic!*
Thomas O'Malley: Basted? He's been marinated in it!
Uncle Waldo: Dreadful! Being British, I would've preferred sherry.
Edgar: Morning, Frou-Frou, my pretty steed.
[whispers]
Edgar: Can you keep a secret?
[out loud]
Edgar: Of course you can.
[chuckles]
Edgar: I've some news straight from the horse's mouth. If you'll pardon the expression, of course.
Marie: Ladies don't start fights, but they can finish them!
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