An American Tail: Fievel Goes West1991

T.R. Chula:
[laughing] I win again! Fathead!

One-Eye:
I saw you're cheatin'. You've played your last hand, Chula.

T.R. Chula:
I don't think so. [holds up loads of aces with his legs] I GOT SEVEN MORE! DOG-CHOW!

Felonius:
Why you rotten, lowdown, double-dealin'...

One-Eye:
I don't get it, boss. How come we're not munchin' those mice back there?

Frenchy:
(French accent) Oui, this fraternity with mice does run counter to nature.

Cat R. Waul:
Which would you rather have, the crouton or the entire caesar salad? Of course we're going to eat the mice, but only after we have exploited their labors. We are nice to the mice because it is intelligent to be so, see? If we act sweetly, they will come in droves. If we hiss, they will run, and we will have to chase after them, an unnecessary expenditure of calories.

One-Eye:
So, when do we take the big bite, boss?

T.R. Chula:
What do we get to eat them? When, when, when, WHEEEN?!

Cat R. Waul:
When my empire at Green River is complete and when we have a better mousetrap.

All:
MOUSEBURGERS!

Cat R. Waul:
Yes, mouseburgers, indeed! Music...to aid the digestion.