An American Tail: Fievel Goes West

Tanya Mousekewitz:
Look Mama, a singer... and an actor.

Mama Mousekewitz:
Tanya, you shouldn't stare at people less fortunate than yourself.

Miss Kitty:
You put a mouse on that stage and your saloon's gonna be as empty as Death Valley on a cold day in June when the snow don't fall.

Cat R. Waul:
What?

Fievel:
Give them the lazy eye.

Tanya Mousekewitz:
Poppa, they're throwing vegetables at me AGAIN.

Papa Mousekiwitz:
Keep singing and they might throw some fruit for dessert.

Tiger:
Can't we get an espresso and talk this over, please?

Fievel:
Have no fear. Filly the Kid is here.

Tanya Mousekewitz:
Someday, I'll be a big star. People will come from miles around...

Fievel:
Yeah. To eat.

Tiger:
It's funny how your appetite perks up when you find out you're gonna eat dinner, instead of BE dinner.

Wylie Burp:
Just remember, Fievel - one man's sunset is another man's dawn. I don't know what's out there beyond those hills. But if you ride yonder... head up, eyes steady, heart open... I think one day you'll find that you're the hero you've been looking for.

Wylie Burp:
Let this sleepin' dog lie, son. Dog-gone it, I'm dog tired. I'm tired of leading the dog's life and fightin' likes cats and dogs against cats and dogs, a young pup's doggin' my trail tryin' to become top dog. I'm going to the dogs in a dog eat dog world, son. I... I'm so far over the hill... I'm on the bottom of the other side.

Cat R. Waul:
I have mentioned that I dislike being referred to as P*ssy Poos.

Miss Kitty:
Yeah? Well maybe I'm not so happy about being dumped in nature's ashtray 500 miles from a pastrami sandwich, either! P*ssy Poos!

Fievel:
I see you're missing an eye, pilgrim! Now this makes it a fair fight! That's right, I'm talking to you, furhead!

Fievel:
[Before leaving New York on a train] Bye, Tiger. Wherever you are, you're the best cat I ever met.

Tanya:
[Unhappily, to Miss Kitty] I'm not pretty.

Tanya:
Papa, they're throwing fruit and vegetables at me again!

Tanya:
[To Miss Kitty] I look like a real lady.

Tanya:
[To Fievel] I must stay. My public needs me!

Tanya:
Look Mama, a actor... and an singer.

Tanya:
Someday, I'll be a big star. People will come from miles around.

Cat R. Waul:
Now pay attention. Cats and gentle mice, lend me your ears. It is my distinguished pleasure to invite all of you... to share our dinner... triumph! To share our triumph! Today we herald in a momentous... new feast... ival. "Feastival..." festival. To mark this brilliant and illustrious snack occasion, I will, with these golden scissors, hereby cut the red... ribbon.

T.R. Chula:
[run off the under train] Mouse overboard! I just love the flying aah!

T.R. Chula:
[playing the cards] I don't think so. I got 7 mores!

T.R. Chula:
[talking to self] Chula do this, Chula do that! [imitates Cat R. Waul] I'm a good looking spider, no? There's lot's of old women who'd want to marry me!

T.R. Chula:
[singing] The itsy bitsy spider caught a mouse in his web. The itsy bitsy spider... BIT OFF THE MOUSE'S HEAD!

Tiger:
Cat got your tongue?

Tiger:
[After escaping a dog by hopping on a caboose] Haha! Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah! Your mother was never housebroken! Toodle-oo!

Tiger:
[After accidentally swallowing Fievel] I think a little endive went down the wrong tube...

Tiger:
[Lost in desert] I'm lost and all alone, in a million acre catbox. Phoo!

Wylie Burp:
Let this sleeping dog lie, son. Dog-gone it, I'm dog tired. I'm tired of leading the dog's life and fighting likes cats and dogs against cats and dogs. A young pup's dogging my trail trying to become top dog. I'm going to the dogs in a dog-eat-dog world, son. I'm so far over the hill, I'm on the bottom of the other side.

Wylie Burp:
Maybe a real hero is the last one to hear about it.

Wylie Burp:
Just remember, Fievel. One man's sunset is another man's dawn. I don't know what's out there beyond those hills. But if you ride yonder; head up, eyes steady, heart open... I think one day you'll find that you're the hero you've been looking for.

Wylie Burp:
[repeated lines] It's too tough, kid. Get out while you still can.

[In Fievel's daydream]

Fievel:
Have no fear, Filly the kid is here!

Wylie Burp:
It's too tough, kid. Get out while you still can.

Fievel:
If yer bitin' the dust, I'm goin' down with ya!

Fievel:
Maybe Tanya shouldn't sing again.

Tanya:
Very funny. You'll see. Someday I'll be a big star! People will come from miles around.

Fievel:
Yeah, to eat! [Laughs]

Tanya:
Look Mama! An actor... and a singer!

Mama:
Tanya, stop that. You shouldn't stare at people less fortunate than yourself!

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]

Miss Kitty:
[watching as Cat R. Waul arrives] Well, well, will you look what the cat dragged in - [sees Tanya] - a mouse! That's a first!

Cat R. Waul:
Not just any mouse! This is a diva!

Miss Kitty:
A diva schmiva! You put a mouse on the stage and your saloon's gonna be as empty as Death Valley on a cold day in June when the snow don't fall.

Cat R. Waul:
What? They'll love her-they'll adore her-and those who don't will answer to me!

Miss Kitty:
Anything you say-Pussypoos.

Cat R. Waul:
[resuming his dignified bearing] Yes, I have mentioned that I dislike being referred to as 'Pussypoos'.

Miss Kitty:
Yeah? Well, maybe I'm not so happy about being dumped in Nature's ashtray five hundred miles from a pastrami sandwich, either, Pussypoos!

Cat R. Waul:
[irritated] Yes, I think I just mentioned, didn't I, that I dislike being referred to as Pussypoos?!

Miss Kitty:
As for the mousette, I'll get her on the stage for ya.

Cat R. Waul:
See that you do! [bows to Tanya] Farewell, my diva! [leaves in a Phantom of the Opera manner]

[Wylie Burp, Fievel and Tiger are standing on a tall mesa]

Wylie Burp:
Now walk down there and back. [Tiger takes three steps across the mesa and three steps back to Wylie] No, no. You're walking like a French poodle. Now get down on all fours.

Tiger:
Are you sure? This really goes against my ways... [Wylie kicks Tiger onto the ground]

Wylie Burp:
Now roll. [Tiger starts to roll around the mesa] Give yourself a dirt bath. Now you're getting it.

Fievel:
Come on, Tiger! We're rooting for you!

Wylie Burp:
Now, stand up. [Tiger does so] Suck in your ponch, boy! [Tiger puffs up his chest] Now, walk, one foot in front of the other, really slowly.

[Tiger starts to walk; every time he steps, flatulence can be heard; Tiger then falls off the mesa and then flies around like a deflating balloon until he falls to the ground]

Tiger:
I hurt myself.

Tiger:
Bark. [Bark echoes through the mine] Woof, woof! [Tiger listen to his woof echoes] Bow-wow-wow, woof, woof! [Laughs; but stops] Woof, woof, RRRUFF!

Tiger:
Okay! Toodle-oo!

Fievel:
Hey, Tiger, give them the laaaaaaaaaaaaaaazy eye!

Tiger:
You harm one patch of fur on her and I'll tear you apart!

Tiger:
One leg at a time!

Tiger:
Okay, Wylie!

Wylie Burp:
Let 'em rip, kid!

Fievel:
Yes, Sir, Mr. Burp Sir!

Cat R. Waul:
And now--

Cat R. Waul:
RRRRREVENGE!

Woman:
Oh, Pussypoos!

Cat R. Waul:
Oh, no!

Woman:
Come to Mommy darling! [Dresses him up in baby clothes and hugs him tightly] Mommy's going to take care of you forever, and ever and ever! [Laughs]

T.R. Chula:
[laughing] I win again! Fathead!

One-Eye:
I saw you're cheatin'. You've played your last hand, Chula.

T.R. Chula:
I don't think so. [holds up loads of aces with his legs] I GOT SEVEN MORE! DOG-CHOW!

Felonius:
Why you rotten, lowdown, double-dealin'...

One-Eye:
I don't get it, boss. How come we're not munchin' those mice back there?

Frenchy:
(French accent) Oui, this fraternity with mice does run counter to nature.

Cat R. Waul:
Which would you rather have, the crouton or the entire caesar salad? Of course we're going to eat the mice, but only after we have exploited their labors. We are nice to the mice because it is intelligent to be so, see? If we act sweetly, they will come in droves. If we hiss, they will run, and we will have to chase after them, an unnecessary expenditure of calories.

One-Eye:
So, when do we take the big bite, boss?

T.R. Chula:
What do we get to eat them? When, when, when, WHEEEN?!

Cat R. Waul:
When my empire at Green River is complete and when we have a better mousetrap.

All:
MOUSEBURGERS!

Cat R. Waul:
Yes, mouseburgers, indeed! Music...to aid the digestion.

Cat R. Waul:
Please, there's no need for such a bleak assessment of your situation. After all, what are neighbors for? A cup of sugar, a saucer of cream. A pail of water, perhaps.

T.R. Chula:
Water? I'll give 'em water. [spitting]

Cat R. Waul:
I'd like to share a vision. A vision of a better world. A world where cats and mice live and work side by side. A world where mothers raise their mouselings without fear. Where musicians receive their proper due. Where young mousettes fulfill their every, dream. Will you help me...build this world?

[Various mice cheering]

[Fievel, after falling into a bowl of water, sucks it up. Tiger also drinks the water, unaware that he has also eaten Fievel]

Fievel:
Oh, no! I'm in a mouth!

[Fievel screams and hangs on to Tiger's uvula. Tiger chokes and gulps]

Tiger:
I think a little endive went down the wrong tube.

Fievel:
Oh, I hope he doesn't throw up. [gas starts welling up in Tiger's throat] GET ME OUTTA HERE!

Tiger:
[surprised] Who said that?!

Fievel:
[from inside Tiger's mouth] Me!

Tiger:
[points to an apple he's holding, thinking that's what's talking] "Me", he says.

Fievel:
Say "ah"!

Tiger:
[opens his mouth with Fievel on his tongue] Ah!

Cat R. Waul:
[after pulling to activate a trap door on stage which an opera singing mouse falls into] Terrible! Terrible! Absolutely, positively apalling. I must have a voice to match the occulence of this salOON!

[Fievel has scrambled up behind Cat R. Waul with a fork and stabbed him in the butt, making him jump out of his clothes through the ceiling to an upper level saloon where a lady grabs him]

Lady at saloon:
Oh, p*ssy, p*ssy, p*ssy, p*ssy! P*ssy, p*ssy! Oh, p*ssy!

[He wriggles out, falls down the hole back into his clothes on the stage]

Cat R. Waul:
Humans! Yeeuk! So shiny and... pleh! [to Chula] Right! I want the subversive who tried to asassinate me found.

T.R. Chula:
I just loooove findin' subversives! Hey, boss, what's a subversive?

Cat R. Waul:
Someone who doesn't have very long to live.

[Fievel, with his shirt caught on the needle of a record player, tries to run and plays some music, which Cat R. Waul notices]

Cat R. Waul:
Ah. If it isn't my diminuitive friend from the train.

Fievel:
Cat R. Waul! I heard what you said about the Mouseburgers, and I'm gonna tell everyone. I'm gonna get Wylie Burp. Cause he's the law.

Cat R. Waul:
The Wylie Burp?

[The saloon erupts in laughter]

Cat R. Waul:
That quaint historical figure? [he picks Fievel up on a fork] Simply put, mouseling: I am the law here, and you're a mere hors d'oeuvre.

Tiger:
Bark. [His barking echoes through the mine] Woof, woof! [Tiger listen to his barking echoes] Bow-wow-wow, woof, woof! [Laughs; but stops] Woof, woof, woof! RUFF!

[Tiger barks like a dog while singing along to the mine as Fievel and Wylie smile with delight that Tiger has finally gotten it and shake hands.]

Wylie Burp:
It's too tough, kid. Get out while you still can.

Tiger:
Okay! Toodle-oo!

[Fievel grabs him by the tail]

Fievel:
Hey, Tiger, give them the laaaaaaaaaaaaaaazy eye!

[Tiger smiles with Fievel's idea and he, Wylie Burp, and Fievel do the Lazy Eye sending the cats running and screaming]

[After Tiger tosses all the cats onto the mousetrap he confronts Chula holding Miss Kitty hostage]

Tiger:
If you harm one patch of fur on her again, I'll tear you apart!

[Chula shoots a web at Tiger, but Tiger grabs it and twirls his web as a lasso with him trapped on it.]

Tiger:
One leg at a time! [He throws Chula onto Cat R. Waul's head and Miss Kitty falls from the building, but Tiger catches her just in time before she hits the ground.]

Tiger:
Okay, Wylie!

Wylie Burp:
Let 'em rip, kid!

Fievel:
Yes, Sir, Mr. Burp Sir!

[Fievel shoots the giant gun and jumps off and it cuts the ribbon flinging Cat R. Waul and his men into the sky. Fievel, Wylie Burp, Miss Kitty, Tiger, Red, Micheal, the Mousekewitzes, and the other mice watch as they land like a bowling pin in a mail bag near the train tracks.]

Cat R. Waul:
And now-- [before he can finish his sentence, a train grabs the mail bag, knocking over the water tower in the process.] REVENGE!!!

Woman:
Oh, Pussypoos!

Cat R. Waul:
Oh, no!

Woman:
Come to Mommy, darling! [She dresses him up in baby clothes and hugs him tightly. Cat R. Waul screams.] Mommy's going to take care of you forever, and ever and ever! [Laughs]

[last lines]

Wylie Burp:
Here, son. I-I want you to have one of these. [Gives Fievel his Sheriff badge]

Fievel Mousekewitz:
I can't. I'm not a hero like you. Well, [chuckles] not really.

Wylie Burp:
Well, maybe not. Maybe a real hero's the last one to hear about it. But you, you pulled me out of a gutter, and for that, I owe you some thanks. Just-Just remember, Fievel: One man's sunset is another man's dawn. I don't know what's out there beyond those hills, but if you ride yonder, head up, eyes steady, heart open, I think one day you'll find that you're the hero you've been lookin' for. [NOTE: These were last lines from James Stewart in his acting occupation, as he retired from acting after this here film, six years prior to his death. Wylie does not return in "Fievel's American Tails" because of Stewart's retirement.]

[In Fievel's daydream]

Fievel:
Have no fear, Billy the kid is here!

Wylie Burp:
It's too tough, kid. Get out while you still can.

Fievel:
If yer bitin' the dust, I'm goin' down with ya!

[Fievel swiftly snatching a few guns, flinging and hitting the baddies near him. The weapons are drawn as they shoot on the remaining villains, swiftly disarming them and making a few yelp in pain. The ones with guns fling their guns, twirling them as the foes dart away. Afterward, Fievel blows away the smoke on his gun)]

Wylie Burp:
You saved my life. I'll never forget this, kid. Here, son, I want youto have one of these. (Just then, Wylie notices something heading down as he shouts) Look out behind you, kid.

Tanya:
I could always sing in the gift shop. And perhaps they'll throw presents.

Cat R. Waul:
So, what do we have here? It appears to be a young pioneer. Now, the feline in me would like to devour this tender young morsel, but the shrewd businessman in me knows that if I do, the other mice will miss him and come looking for him. But the gourmet in me quivers at the thought of mouse tartar... but the entrepreneur prefers not to be inundated by suspicious mice that could jeopardize my plan. So, I must exercise both willpower and finesse. Scamper back to your parents, little mouse, and do be careful! It's frightfully hazardous out there! [to Chula, as Fievel leaves] Give him the "flying aah", and make it good.

T.R. Chula:
[playing cards] I don't think so. I GOT SEVEN MORE! DOGCHOW!

T.R. Chula:
[chasing Fievel] Come back, mouse! You wouldn't want me to miss my dinner, would you?!

T.R. Chula:
[as a cowboy shoots at him and Fievel] BUGGERFACE!

Tiger:
I will be tough. I will be brave. I will--[sees T. R. Chula] AHHH! It's a spi...a spee...a spid-d-d-d-d...an arachnid!

Wylie Burp:
[inspecting Tiger] So you're the frivolous feline I've got to whip into shape? Oi, I've got my work cut out for me.

Wylie Burp:
No self-respecting dog fetches anything, unless he's good and feels like it.

Tiger:
[Lost in desert] Dancing buffalo-bones? Nah. [The skeleton pounces, and a tribe of shrews emerge from it and seize him.]

Tiger:
[To himself, about the shrews:] They think I'm their tiger-god!

Wylie Burp:
Oh, l-look out behind ya, kid!