An American Tail: Fievel Goes West1991

Cat R. Waul:
[after pulling to activate a trap door on stage which an opera singing mouse falls into] Terrible! Terrible! Absolutely, positively apalling. I must have a voice to match the occulence of this salOON!

[Fievel has scrambled up behind Cat R. Waul with a fork and stabbed him in the butt, making him jump out of his clothes through the ceiling to an upper level saloon where a lady grabs him]

Lady at saloon:
Oh, p*ssy, p*ssy, p*ssy, p*ssy! P*ssy, p*ssy! Oh, p*ssy!

[He wriggles out, falls down the hole back into his clothes on the stage]

Cat R. Waul:
Humans! Yeeuk! So shiny and... pleh! [to Chula] Right! I want the subversive who tried to asassinate me found.

T.R. Chula:
I just loooove findin' subversives! Hey, boss, what's a subversive?

Cat R. Waul:
Someone who doesn't have very long to live.

[Fievel, with his shirt caught on the needle of a record player, tries to run and plays some music, which Cat R. Waul notices]

Cat R. Waul:
Ah. If it isn't my diminuitive friend from the train.

Fievel:
Cat R. Waul! I heard what you said about the Mouseburgers, and I'm gonna tell everyone. I'm gonna get Wylie Burp. Cause he's the law.

Cat R. Waul:
The Wylie Burp?

[The saloon erupts in laughter]

Cat R. Waul:
That quaint historical figure? [he picks Fievel up on a fork] Simply put, mouseling: I am the law here, and you're a mere hors d'oeuvre.