Dumbo

Timothy:
[After the crows sing "When I See an Elephant Fly"] Alright, you wise birds! This has gone far enough!

[The crows are still laughing]

Jim Crow:
Quiet, gentleman! The reverend rodent is gonna address you.

Timothy:
You ought to be ashamed of yourselves! A bunch of big buys like you pickin' on a poor little orphan like him. Suppose you was torn away from your mother when you was just a baby. Nobody to tuck you in at nights. No warm, soft, caressing trunk to snuzzle into. How would you like to be left alone in a cold, cruel, heartless world without a mother's love to protect you? And why, I ask you? Why? Just because he's got those big ears, they call him a freak! The laughingstock of the circus! And when his mother tried to protect him, they throw her into the clink. And on top of that, they made him a clown! Oh, what's the use of talking to you cold-hearted birds? Go on! Have your fun! Laugh at him! Kick him now that he's down! Go on! We don't care. [He turns away and blows his nose. The crows cry] Come on, Dumbo. [They walk away]

Jim Crow:
Hey, brother! Wait up! Don't go 'way feelin' like that. We've done seen the light. You boys is okay.

Timothy:
Please. You've done enough.

Jim Crow:
Well, but we's all fixin' to help ya. Ain't that the truth, boys? [The other crows agree] You wanna make the elephant fly, don't ya? Well, you gotta use a lot o' chology. You know, psy-chology. Fellas, gather round... [They huddle up] First you, uh... [Whispering] Then after that, you... [He then plucks a feather off Glasses Crow's tail, and gives it to Timothy] Use the magic feather! Catch on?

Timothy:
The magic feather? [looks at the feather, which briefly glows in a "lightbulb idea" way] Yeah, I gotcha. Dumbo! [rushes to Dumbo, giving him the feather] Look! Have I got it! The magic feather! Now you can fly! [Dumbo looks at the feather, puzzled]