The Secret of N•I•M•H

[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?

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:
[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.

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.