The Aristocats

Berlioz: Wait for me! Wait for me! Marie: Me first! Me first! Toulouse: Why should you be first? Marie: 'Cause I'm a lady. That's why. Toulouse: [scoffs] You're not a lady. Berlioz: [grabs Marie's tail] You're nothin' but a sister! Marie: I'll show you if I'm a lady or not.

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[sings] Rock-a-bye, kitties. Bye-bye you go. La la la la, and I'm in the dough. Oh, Edgar, you sly fox. [He doesn't have long to wait now. He pours the brew into the cats' feeding bowls]

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Napoleon: Now you go for the tires, and I'll go right for the seat of the problem. Lafayette: Now, how come you always get the tender part? [stumbles on his own ear] Napoleon: Because I outrank you, that's why. Now stop beating your gums and sound the attack! [Lafayette barks several times] No, that's mess call! Lafeyette: Ha ha, makin' a mess of it huh? Napoleon: YOU can be REPLACED, you know.

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Abigail: What beautiful countryside. Amelia: Yes. So much like our own darling England. [She glances toward the river] I say, look over there. [Her sister's eyes widen. Thomas O'Malley, trying to save himself, is clutching a willow branch that is overhanging the river] Fancy that...a cat learning to swim. He's going about it all the wrong road. Abigail: We must correct him. [She always exists that everything be done in the correct manner] Amelia: Sir...sir! You are most fortunate we happened along. We're here to help you. You will never learn to swim properly with that willow branch in your mouth. [She bites into Thomas O'Malley's lifeline] Snip, snip. Here we go! Thomas O'Malley: Don't do that! Blub! [He sinks] Abigail: Oh, he takes to water like a fish, doesn't he? A very enthusiastic… Amelia: No, thank you! This is no time for fun and games! Abigail: Gracious, Amelia....you don't suppose....? Amelia: Oh yes! Yes I do. Bottoms up! Amelia and Abigail: Deeper!

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Thomas O'Malley: Ya know something? I like Uncle Waldo. Duchess: Especially when he's marinated.

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Napoleon: Lafayette. Lafayette. Listen. Lafayette: Shucks, Napoleon, that ain't nothin' but a li'l old cricket bug. Napoleon: It's squeaky shoes approachin'. Lafayette: Aw, cricket-bugs don't wear shoes. Napoleon: Hush yer mouth. Let's see. They're Oxford shoes. Size nine-and-a-half. Hole in the left sole, it sounds like. Lafayette: What color are they? Napoleon: Why, they're black;–– Now, how would I know that? [Edgar takes off his shoes and places them next to the haystack.] Hey! Now the squeaking has stopped. Lafayette: I still say it was a li'l old cricket bug. Napoleon: I'm the leader! I'll decide what it was! [pause] It was a li'l old cricket bug. Lafayette: I'll see ya in the morning, Napoleon.

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