The Secret of NIMH

Nicodemus:
[after lighting a candle] Jonathan Brisby was killed today while helping with the plan. It is four years since our departure from NIMH, and our world is changing. We cannot stay here much longer. [While writing words in a book] Jonathan was a dear friend. I am lost in knowing how to help his widow. She knows nothing of us or the plan. [Reloading ink for fountain pen] Perhaps best that I do nothing at present. [As he quickly writes signature] I shall miss him. [Holding and looking at amulet] Jonathan, wherever you are, your thoughts must comfort her tonight. She'll be waiting, and you will not return. [as he puts away amulet in a case, closing it] Farewell, my friend.

Nicodemus:
[when he gives Mrs. Brisby the amulet, and again later when she discovers its power] Courage of the heart is very rare. The stone has a power when it's there.

Jeremy:
[repeated line] Excuse me. Pardon me.

Jeremy:
Right. When you're right, you're right. And you're right.

Jeremy:
If I had actually been near a cat, I'd be sneezing my brains out. [as Dragon, the Fitzgibbons' cat, comes closer] See, I'm allergic to-kaa... I'm allergic to-kay... I'm allergic to uh... hmm... hmm... hmm... Ah-choo!

Jeremy:
[mesmerized by the amulet] A sparkley!

Auntie Shrew:
Cast not pearls before swine, I always say, and that includes impudent piglets. Good day!

Auntie Shrew:
[responding to Mrs. Brisby] I came here to inform you that the frost is off the ground, and moving day is at hand. Prepare to move your very, very odd family. Good day!

Justin:
Friends, tonight we journey to Thorn Valley. We will leave no tracks... no evidence that the rats of NIMH ever existed. Come...

[inside a derelict tractor]

Mrs. Brisby:
Mr. Ages, I know you don't like visitors, but this is an emergency. Please--

[Suddenly an explosion shatters the tractor, sending Mr. Ages down in a basket. Mrs. Brisby comes over to him as he nears the basket.]

Mr. Ages:
Ma--[coughs] - Madam, that is an emergency!

Jeremy:
[after splashing in water] Excuse me. Pardon me. [coughs]

Mrs. Brisby:
You keep making all that noise and Dragon will hear you, if he hasn't already.

Jeremy:
Wouldn't you sing too, I mean... [flapping his wings and drying himself off] if you felt... [laughs] if you felt the call of the wild?

Mrs. Brisby:
I would- [lowers her voice] I would not, if I knew there was a cat nearby. [snapping string with teeth and setting Jeremy's claw free]

Jeremy:
But she's out there somewhere, and when I find her, I'll feel it, way down in my wishbone. I-- What cat?

[Twice during the film]

Auntie Shrew:
Brisby!

Teresa:
Oh, Auntie Shrew.

Cynthia:
Oh, Auntie.

Martin:
Oh, no!

Teresa:
[long after Auntie Shrew has gone] What are you doing here?

Jeremy:
It's a good question, but don't ask. The legs. The legs! The legs! [collapses with a thud]

Cynthia:
[mournfully, coming up to Jeremy's beak] Oh, the poor turkey fell down!

[As Nicodemus and Mrs. Brisby leave]

Sullivan:
I don't get it.

Jenner:
[snickering] With Nicodemus out of the way, what's to stop us from taking over?

Sullivan:
Jenner, you can't kill Nicodemus.

Jenner:
No taste for blood, huh? [flicks Sullivan on the nose] They've taken the animal out of you.

Sullivan:
What if we're discovered?

Jenner:
Listen. The Brisby house is a large cement block. In the moving, what if it should fall?

Sullivan:
An accident?

Jenner:
Of course! Cut the lines, and the weight of it will crush his bones.

Sullivan:
It's risky.

Jenner:
Once rid of Nicodemus, the plan will die. We can stay here as long as we like.

Sullivan:
What about Justin?

Jenner:
Leave him to me... [echoing] to me... to me...

Jenner:
Hear me! The Thorn Valley plan is the aspiration of idiots and dreamers! We...! [Laughs] We were just talking about you.

Justin:
That's refreshing, Jenner. Usually you're screaming about us.

Justin:
It was you! You did it! You killed Nicodemus. That was no accident!

Jenner:
Yes! I killed him. He wanted to destroy everything! I've learned this much: take what you can...when you can!

Justin:
Then you've learned nothing!

Timmy:
[from inside his room] Mommy, I'm tired of bed. I want to get up.

Mrs. Brisby:
[responding from outside] Well, you're not getting up.

Nicodemus:
"Courage of the heart is very rare. The stone has a power when it is there."

[inside a derelict tractor]

Mrs. Brisby:
Mr. Ages? Mr. Ages? Is anybody home?

Mr. Ages:
Go away!

Mrs. Brisby:
Mr. Ages!

Mr. Ages:
What is it?

Mrs. Brisby:
Mr. Ages, may I please speak to you?

Mr. Ages:
What?

Mrs. Brisby:
I said, "May I please speak..." [Mr. Ages appears, coughing behind Mrs. Brisby] [shocked gasp] "...with you?" Oh, thank goodness. I'm so glad you're home.

Mr. Ages:
Confounded machine! You never know when it's going to up and blow!

Mrs. Brisby:
Yes. I don't suppose you would remember me.

Mr. Ages:
Yes, you're Mrs. Brisby. And I'm sorry about your husband's death. Now if you'd excuse me.

Mrs. Brisby:
Mr. Ages!

Mr. Ages:
Great Jupiter, woman! What do you want?!

Mrs. Brisby:
Mr. Ages, I know you don't like visitors, but this is an emergency. Please--

[a sudden explosion shatters the tractor, sending Mr. Ages down in a basket. Mrs. Brisby comes over to him as he nears the basket.]

Mr. Ages:
Ma-- [coughs] Madam, that is an emergency.

Mrs. Brisby:
[worried] Oh, Mr. Ages, my son Timothy is so sick.

Mr. Ages:
Timmy? The one with the spider bite? Oh, just give him some pepsissiwa root and--

Mrs. Brisby:
[interrupts; more worried] No! No, he's sick with a fever.

Mr. Ages:
Well, I suppose I could fix up something.

Mrs. Brisby:
Oh, thank you.

Mr. Ages:
Follow me, but don't touch anything. Understand?

[Twice during the film]

Auntie Shrew:
Brisby!

Sally Stevens: ? Dream by night ? ? Wish by day ? ? Love begins this way. ? ? Night's a friend ? ? With love to send ? ? Each new day. ? ? Bless you heart ? ? Bless you soul ? ? Let your dreams come true. ? ? Future songs and flying dreams ? ? Wait for you. ? ? Love it seems ? ? Made flying dreams ? ? So hearts could soar. ? ? Heaven sent ? ? These wings were meant ? ? To prove once more ? ? That love is the key. ?

Cynthia:
[to Mrs. Brisby] Is Timmy gonna die?

Mrs. Brisby:
[responding] No, sweetheart. He's just very sick.

Teresa:
What's the matter with him, mother?

Mrs. Brisby:
Mr. Ages called it "Pneumonia."

Teresa:
"Pneumonia"?

Cynthia:
When will he get better?

Mrs. Brisby:
Soon. I hope.

Sally Stevens: ? As you wish ? ? As you will ? ? Dream a flying start ? ? Love and care ? ? The power's there ? ? Trust your heart ? ? Trust your heart ?

Mrs. Brisby:
[to Martin, Teresa and Cynthia] Off to bed with you now.

[Mrs. Brisby is riding in a boat with Nicodemus and Justin when a rock falls, barely missing them]

Justin:
That was close.

Mrs. Brisby:
What's up there?

Justin:
The mill. It's falling apart. I hope it stays up there...at least until we're done with The Plan.

Mrs. Brisby:
"The Plan"? What is "The Plan"?

Nicodemus:
Why, to live without stealing, of course.

Justin:
It's wrong to take electricity from the farmer.

Nicodemus:
[To Mrs. Brisby] My child, we can no longer live as rats. We know too much.

[Mr. Ages is grabbed from behind by a disguised rat while guiding Mrs. Brisby through the rose bush]

Rat:
Reveal my name...

Mr. Ages:
[Recognizes the rat's voice; annoyed] Justin! You featherhead! Get your hands off me!

Justin:
Okay, okay! Just a joke! I didn't mean any harm. The meeting's already in progress.

Mr. Ages:
What's this all about?

Justin:
[Gestures at Mrs. Brisby] Who, may I ask?

Mr. Ages:
Oh, yes. She can be trusted. This is no stranger. [To Mrs. Brisby] My dear, may I present Justin, the Captain of the Guard. Justin, this is Mrs. Brisby.

Justin:
[Amazed] Not Mrs. Jonathan Brisby?

Mr. Ages:
Yes, the same.

Justin:
[Takes off his hat and bows] It is an honor and a privilege, m'lady.

Mr. Ages:
If we could dispense with the formalities?

Beth:
Dear, a man came by today, from NIMH.

Farmer Fitzgibbons:
[sleepily] NIMH?

Beth:
Yes, the National Institute of Mental Health.

Beth:
He was asking if we had noticed anything strange about the rats on the farm. Well, I said "No, nothing unusual".

Farmer Fitzgibbon:
Beth, I have to get up early.

Beth:
Oh, it gave me goosebumps to hear him carry on that WAY! Like the rats might have some horrible disease!

Farmer Fitzgibbon:
[to Beth] Good night, Beth!

Beth:
I told him you'd call him back.

Farmer Fitzgibbon:
[yawns] Uh-huh.

Beth:
Yea. Right.

Nicodemus:
[when Nicodemus shows Mrs. Brisby a device in the corner. Two circles of metal set at right angles to form a rough globe, set in an ornate frame. The circles begin to spin, faster and faster. Energy plays across the surface of the globe described by its motion. Finally, the glowing green sphere we've already seen manifests itself. Nicodemus narrates the images] In the beginning, we were ordinary street rats, stealing our daily bread and living off the efforts of man's work. We were captured, put in cages, and sent to a place called NIMH. There were many animals there...in cages. They were put through the most unspeakable tortures to satisfy some scientific curiosity. Often at night I would hear them, crying out in anguish. Twenty rats and eleven mice were given injections...our world began changing. Then one night I looked upon the words under the cage door...and understood them. We had become intelligent. We could read. The miracle was kept secret from the scientists, and in the quiet of the night, we escaped through the ventilation system. The mice were blown away, sucked down dark air-shafts to their deaths. All except two...Jonathan and Mr. Ages. We were trapped by a locked door on the roof. It was Jonathan who made possible the unlocking of the door.

Justin:
Damn.

Justin:
I'll have to come back for you later.

Auntie Shrew:
What did I tell you? Moving!

Mrs. Brisby:
It can't be!

Auntie Shrew:
It certainly can! I don't suppose you've packed!

Mrs. Brisby:
What about Timmy?! The chill in the air will kill him!

Auntie Shrew:
Well child, that tractor surely will. For the last time, get your children out of here before it's too late.

[They suddenly hear the tractor in the distance starting up. Auntie Shrew exclaims and runs off in a panic.]

Auntie Shrew:
[to the animals] RUN! THE PLOW IS HERE! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! RUN! IT'S MOVING DAY! RUN! THE PLOW IS HERE! RUN! RUN! GET OUT!

[Rabbits, gophers, moles, birds and multiple other species of animals evacuate. Mrs. Brisby gets her children out of the house, except for Timmy; Auntie Shrew rushes to them.]

Auntie Shrew:
BRISBY! Go get Timothy!

Mrs. Brisby:
Please! Take the children out of here!

Cynthia:
Mommy, mommy, we can't leave Timmy!

Mrs. Brisby:
Go with Auntie Shrew. I've got to try to stop that thing!

Auntie Shrew:
Wait! YOU'RE OUT OF YOUR MIND! BRISBY, COME BACK!

[Mr. Brisby rushes off to stop the tractor]

Nicodemus:
Jonathan... your wife, I fear, is in desperate trouble. A visit to the Great Owl may indeed be profitable. Go to the Owl then, Mrs. Brisby. Go there!

Nicodemus:
Jenner, I fear could do her harm. He is consumed by a lust for power. Thus far, the amulet has remained safely hidden. But if he finds it... heaven help us.

Jeremy:
Uh, yeah, I guess that's enough exercise for one day. Besides, I'm really after this terrific string! I'm working on a love nest for two. You know what I mean? [Mrs. Brisby: Oh, I see. You have a girl.] Well, not really, I mean, I haven't found Miss Right yet. But when I do, the whole world will hear us singing!

Jeremy:
Oh, here, you dropped this back there. Nobody messes with ol' Jeremy, boy. Nobody!

Jeremy:
I'm not that bad. I just need a few pointers to polish my style.

Jeremy:
When we get to the Great Owl, he'll know just what to do about everything!

Jeremy:
Well, the place looks deserted. I guess we better get outta here.

Auntie Shrew:
[as the tractor comes] Run! The plow is here! Run for your lives! Run! It's moving day! Run! The plow is here! Run! Run! Get out!

Justin:
It's Jenner. He's at it again. [Mr. Ages: There blows an ill wind.] He's before the Council now. This time, he's attacking Nicodemus openly.

Justin:
The mill. It's falling apart. Hope it stays up there, at least until we're done with the Plan.