An American Tail: The Treasure of Manhattan Island1998

[Tony arrives late for his job at the cheese factory]

Mr. Grasping:
Stop right there. [the rich factory owners: Grasping, Toplofty, and O'Bloat arrive on their sedan chair; Grasping snaps his fingers, ordering a servant to support him as he gets off his chair] What have we here, Mr. O'Bloat?

Mr. O'Bloat:
[nibbling on a piece of cheese] Hmm. It appears to be one of our workers, Mr. Grasping, but he's late for his shift!

Mr. Grasping:
Well, we can't have that. Can we, Mr. Toplofty? [he then points to Tony with his cane]

Tony:
Ay!

Mr. Toplofty:
[walks on the same servant mouse] No, indeed. Sets a bad example.

Tony:
[groans] Let me explain!

Mr. Grasping:
We don't want excuses, boy. We want results.

Papa:
Then don't fire him.

Mr. Grasping:
And you are?

Papa:
My name is Mousekewitz, sir.

Mr. Grasping:
Alright, Mousekewitz. Why should let this dawdler keep his job?

Papa:
He won't be late again. He-he's afraid of you. I'll make sure he knows that you call the shots.

Mr. Grasping:
Hmm. See that you do.

[Papa and Tony walk away]

Mr. O'Bloat:
Have you gone soft, Grasping? [jumps on the servant mouse] Why didn't you fire that boy?

Mr. Grasping:
Because the Russian was right. Fear...is a powerful motivator. From now on, that boy will be the very picture of punctuality.

Mr. Toplofty:
Yes, well, be that is it may, why is that old mouse butting in? Who is he to say what's right and wrong?

Mr. O'Bloat:
Yes. What is he? Some sort of leader among mice? [he and Grasping laugh]

Mr. Grasping:
The spineless old fool? He could hardly look us in the eye.

Mr. Toplofty:
He may be spineless, but he got what he wanted out of you... and that makes him a troublemaker.

Mr. Grasping:
Very well. Perhaps we will keep an eye on Mr. Mousekewitz.