Aristocats

Thomas O'Malley:
Humans don't really worry too much about their pets.

Thomas O'Malley:
Boy! Your eyes *are* like sapphires.

Marie:
Ladies don't start fights, but they can finish them!

Duchess:
Berlioz, come back here. Haven't you forgotten something, darling?

Berlioz the Kitten:
Thank you, Miss Frou-Frou, for letting me ride on your back.

Frou-Frou the Carriage-Horse:
You're quite welcome, young man.

Berlioz the Kitten:
How was that, Mama?

Duchess:
Very good, darling. That was very nice.

Berlioz the Kitten:
We were just practicing biting and clawing.

Duchess:
Aristocats do not practice biting and clawing, and things like that. It's just horrible.

Toulouse the Orange Kitten:
But someday, we might meet a tough alley cat.

Edgar:
Morning, Frou-Frou, my pretty steed.

Edgar:
Can you keep a secret?

Edgar:
Of course you can.

Edgar:
I've some news straight from the horse's mouth. If you'll pardon the expression, of course.

Lafayette:
Okay, let's charge!

Napoleon:
Wait a minute. I'm the leader! I'm the one that says when we go.

Napoleon:
Here we go. Charge!

Uncle Waldo:
It's outrageous! Why, you won't believe what they tried to do to your poor Uncle Waldo. Look! Look at this!

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.

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.

Napoleon:
No, that's mess call.

Lafayette:
Made a mess of it, huh?

Napoleon:
You can be replaced, you know.

Duchess:
Oh, darling. That's only a little frog, my love.

Berlioz the Kitten:
But he had a mouth like a "hippolotamus."

Thomas O'Malley:
Why, your eyes are like sapphires sparkling so bright. They make the morning radiant and light.

Marie:
How romantic.

Berlioz the Kitten:
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.

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?