An American Tail: The Treasure of Manhattan Island1998

Tony:
[alone in the street after losing a week's pay at the factory] [sighs] So much for gettin' rich.

Tiger:
Whoa! Tony! Just the guy we're lookin' for.

Dr. Dithering:
[stuttering] You lads have made an amazing discovery! O-O-One for the history books, I should think.

Tony:
What are you talkin' about?

Dr. Dithering:
This, uh, m-m-map is a-a diagram of an underground t-t-tunnel system.

Fievel:
You mean, the subway?

Dr. Dithering:
No, no. Another one, un-un-underneath it, built centuries ago by the Indian mice. Uh, kind of a, a maze.

Tiger:
Yeah? That's amazing!

Dr. Dithering:
Oh, why, yes. Oh, but wait until you hear what's at the bottom of it. [chuckles]

Fievel, Tony, and Scuttlebutt:
[to Dr. Dithering] Well?

Dr. Dithering:
According to this, at the end of the maze is and I quote, "Our greatest Treasure."

Tiger:
Treasure?

Scuttlebutt:
Treasure?

Fievel and Tony:
Treasure.

[scene switches to Papa]

Papa:
Absolutely not!

Fievel:
But, Papa--

Papa:
"But, Papa" Nothing. What? You wanna crawl down some rat hole... [to Dr. Dithering] No offense.

Dr. Dithering:
Oh, none taken.

Papa:
...after some cockamamie buried treasure?

Fievel:
It's not cockamamie, it's real! Mama, can't I go?

Mama:
Sure. So what if it gives your mother a heart attack from worrying? Go. Enjoy.

Fievel:
Ah, Mama, I'll be okay. And I'll come back with a treasure.

Papa:
Ah, feh! Where is the proof? A so-called map? Not even written in a language; Just a bunch of d-d-d-d-doodles!

Tanya:
I think it's pretty.

Papa:
Tanya, don't help!

Fievel:
Papa, why did we leave Russia?

Papa:
We were going to be eaten. You need a better reason?

Fievel:
Papa, I'm serious! You always say that in America, if a mouse works hard and get lucky, he can make a fortune.

Papa:
So?

Fievel:
So finding the map was the lucky part. Going down that tunnel; That's the hard work.

Tony:
Filly's right, Mr. M. We're never gonna make it workin' for those fat rats at the factory.

Fievel:
Please, Papa. There's no reason to be afraid.

[A look of fear goes through Papa as he imagines the factory owners glaring down at him]

Papa:
Okay, So, go. [Mama sobs in worry]

Tanya:
He can't go, he's just a kid. I'm older, let me go!

Fievel:
Tanya, don't help!

Mama:
No! If Tanya goes, nobody goes!

Papa:
Relax, Mama, she's not going.

Tanya:
No fair, no fair, no fair! He always gets to go do the exciting stuff, and all I get to do is... laundry.

Papa:
She does have a point.

Mama:
Which only matches the one on your head! Tanya, you are staying here, and that is that!

[Fievel blows a raspberry at Tanya]

Tanya:
I am going to be putting a lot of starch on everything you wear.

Dr. Dithering:
I assure you, Madam, there's nothing to be concerned about. Think of it as a, uh, uh, well, as a, uh, a field trip.

Papa:
See?

Dr. Dithering:
Think of it as a rite of passage.

Tony:
See?

Tanya:
Think of it as a disaster waiting to happen.

Fievel, Tony, Mama and Papa:
[annoyed] TANYA, DON'T HELP!

Dr. Dithering:
Ah, then it's settled! We'll start off in the morning. In the meantime, we must gather supplies. Scuttlebutt? Strange. Where did he go?