Pat Buttram movie quotes

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Lafayette: Hey, Napoleon. This looks like the end.
Napoleon: Wait a minute. I'm the leader. I'll say when it's the end.
[the words "The End" hit him on the head]
Napoleon: It's the end.

View Quote Napoleon: It's a one-wheeled....
Lafeyette: A one-wheeled what?
Napoleon: You're not gonna believe this, but it's a one-wheeled haystack! And there it goes!

View Quote Lafayette: I still say it was a li'l old cricket bug.
Napoleon: I'm the leader! I'll decide what it was! [pause] It was a li'l old cricket bug.

View Quote Sheriff: Wait a minute. Is the safety on old Betsy?
Trigger: [patting his crossbow again] You bet it is, Sheriff.
Sheriff: That's what I'm afraid of. You go first.

View Quote [the Sheriff of Nottingham has just taken the only coin out of the church's Poor Box]
Friar Tuck: Now, just a minute, Sheriff! Th-th-th-that's the Poor Box!
Sheriff: It sure is, and I'll take it for poor Prince John. [chuckles] Every little bit helps.
Female Church Mouse: Ooh, you put that back!
Sheriff: And His Majesty also blesses you, little sister.
Friar Tuck: You thieving scoundrel!
Sheriff: [reasonably] Now, take it easy, Friar, I'm just doing my duty.
Friar Tuck: Collecting taxes for that arrogant, greedy, ruthless, no-good Prince John?!
Sheriff: [starting to lose patience] Listen, Friar, you're mighty preachy and you're gonna preach your neck right into a hangman's noose.
Friar Tuck: GET OUTTA MY CHURCH!! [pushes the Sheriff out] Out! Out! Out! Out! [Attacking the Sheriff with a stick] You want taxes? I'll give you taxes!
Male Church Mouse: Give it to him! Give it to him, Friar!
[Trigger blinds Friar Tuck with the hood of his coat and the Sheriff puts his head in a shackle]
Sheriff: You're under arrest for high treason to the crown!

View Quote Nutsy: ONE O'CLOCK, AND ALL'S WELL!
[The castle clock - actually set at three o'clock - chimes]
Sheriff: [waking up] Nutsy, you better set your brains ahead a couple of hours.
Nutsy: Yes, sir. Uh... does that, uh, mean addin' or subtractin'?
Sheriff: Oh, let's forget it.
Nutsy: Yes, sir, Sheriff, sir! [salutes and walks away]
Sheriff: Nutsy, how can I sleep with you yelling "ALL'S WELL" all the time here?
Trigger: Sheriff, everything ain't "all's well". I got a feeling in my bones there's gonna be a jailbreak any minute--
Sheriff: [pushing his crossbow aside] Criminently, Trigger! Point that peashooter the other way!
Trigger: Don't you worry none, Sheriff. [patting it] The safety's on old Betsy--
[He accidentally launches an arrow, which they are both forced to dodge as it fires and bounces around]
Sheriff: What in tarnation you tryin' to do, you birdbrain?! [bops Trigger on the head]
Trigger: Just doin' my duty, Sheriff!
Sheriff: Oh, you and that itchy trigger finger of yours...

View Quote Widow Tweed: [hears a shot; shocked] Tod! [Amos shoots his gun, but misses Tod] Amos Slade, you trigger-happy lunatic! Give me that gun! [takes Amos' gun and angrily shoots the radiator of Amos' truck, which hisses]
Amos Slade: My radiator! Why, you blasted female. I'll... I'll...
Widow Tweed: [aims the gun at him] Hold it right there!
Amos Slade: Watch it! That thing's loaded!
Widow Tweed: [shoots the last bullet in the air] Now it ain't loaded! [tosses the empty gun back to Amos, who throws it into his truck]
Amos Slade: Dagnabbit, woman! Your thieving fox was after my chickens!
Widow Tweed: Rubbish and poppycock! I don't believe it. He wouldn't hurt a thing.
Amos Slade: You calling me a liar, you muddleheaded female? I saw it happen!
Widow Tweed: Amos Slade, that temper of yours is going to get you into a lot of trouble someday.
Amos Slade: Temper? Temper, woman? You ain't seen my temper! [throws his hat to the ground and stomps on it] If I ever catch that fox on my property again, I'll blast him! And next time, I won't miss!
Widow Tweed: Poor little tyke. It's a shame I have to keep him cooped up. Tod, stop looking at me like that. It's not my fault, you know. You caused a lot of trouble yesterday. Oh, now what are they up to? Why, it looks like Amos is going on a hunting trip. A long one, from the looks of it. Hmm. Well, good riddance!
Amos Slade: [tries to fix his truck up] Doggone meddling female, shooting up my radiator! Dad blame it. [kicks his truck in the front] Get going! [his truck finally works right] There. Well, that's more like it. Keep running, old girl. Well, Copper, me and old Chief are gonna teach you all about hunting. Yes, sir. It's about time too. Attaboy. Yeah, you're gonna like tracking down those varmints for me.
Chief: Uh-uh. Get in the back, half-pint. You gotta earn your right to sit up front.
Amos Slade: Well, boys, we're getting out of here till next spring.
Big Mama: Tod, honey, what are you doing over here?
Young Tod: Gee, I just wanted to say goodbye to Copper, but I'm too late.
Big Mama: Well, what did you plan to do if you ran into old Chief?
Young Tod: Ah, Chief. I can outfox that dumb old dog anytime.
Big Mama: Tod, now hold it just one minute. Didn't you learn anything yesterday? Now you listen good, because it's either education or elimination. Now if you're so foxy and old Chief's so dumb, then why does that hound get the fox on the run? 'Cause he's got the hunter, and the hunter's got the gun. Ka-bam! Elimination. Lack of education. If you pal around with that Copper hound, you'll wind up hanging on the wall. Keep your nose to the wind and you'll keep your skin 'cause you won't be home when the hunter comes to call.
Young Tod: Oh, Big Mama, I know Copper would never track me down. Why, old Copper, he's my best friend.
Big Mama: Your best friend. Now, Copper's gonna do what he's been told. Supposed to chase the little old fox into the old foxhole, then along comes the hunter with a buckshot load.
Boomer: Ka-ka-ka-bam!
Big Mama: Elimination.
Dinky: Lack of education.
Big Mama: You better believe it, Tod. Yes, sirree!
Young Tod: You mean Copper is gonna be my enemy?
Dinky: Hey! Kid, you better step over here and take a good look.
Young Tod: Why, that's awful. Those poor things.
Big Mama: I'm sorry, Tod. Honey, Copper's gonna come back a trained hunting dog. A real killer.
Young Tod: Oh, no, not my friend Copper. He won't ever change.
Big Mama: I hope you're right, Tod.
Young Tod: And we'll keep on being friends forever, won't we, Big Mama?
Big Mama: Darling, forever is a long, long time, and time has a way of changing things.

View Quote Amos Slade: Aw, come on, Chief. Just 'cause you're not sitting up front, that ain't no reason to be a sorehead. Shucks, if it weren't for you, Copper'd never have turned into a good hunting dog. Yes, sirree. Now I got me the best two dogs there is. Right, Copper? Isn't he something, Chief?
Tod: Look, Big Mama! Copper's back! Boy, has he grown big.
Big Mama: Uh-huh. And look at that big pile of skins he helped track down.
Tod: I know, Big Mama. He's a hunting dog now.
Big Mama: You're right. And you're a fox.
Tod: Ah, that won't make any difference. Copper's gonna be glad to see me.
Big Mama: Well, honey, just don't get your hopes too high.
Tod: Look, don't worry. I'll be careful. I'll go tonight when Chief and the hunter are asleep.
Copper: Boy, it's great to be back home, isn't it, Chief? Aw, come on, Chief. You aren't still sore, are you? Hey, hey, come on. Let's scuffle. We ain't scuffled in a long time. Come on, Chief! Let's have some fun!
Chief: Oh, lay off, Copper, you overgrown pup. Oh, let go! Dagnabbit! Let go, I say!
Copper: Oh, OK, OK.
Chief: You know, that was your trouble on the hunt.
Copper: Aw, come on, old-timer. You treat me like a pup, you know that? Why, I think I done real good tracking down them varmints for you.
Chief: Smelling and tracking ain't enough. You gotta think nasty.
Copper: OK, OK, I know. I know.
Tod: Copper. Hey, Copper. It's me, Tod.
Copper: [upon seeing Tod] I thought that was you, Tod. I heard you coming. Boy, you've really grown.
Tod: You have too, Copper. I saw you coming back with Chief and the hunter.
Copper: It's great to see you, Tod. [looks back at Chief, who is trying to sleep] But, you know, you shouldn't be over here. You're gonna get us both into a lot of trouble.
Tod: Hey, look, I just wanted to see you. We're still friends, aren't we?
Copper: Tod, those days are over. I'm a hunting dog now. You'd better get out of here before old Chief wakes up.
Tod: [chuckles] Oh, Chief. He doesn't worry me.
Copper: Tod, I'm serious. You're fair game as far as he's concerned. [Chief awakens and barks at Tod. Copper gasps. Amos opens the door as Tod runs]
Amos Slade: [shocked; angrier] IT'S THAT FOX AGAIN!
Widow Tweed: Oh, no! No! They're after Tod!
Amos Slade: After him, boys! Go get him! Copper! Copper! Copper!
Copper: Tod, I don't wanna see you get killed.
Amos Slade: Track him down, boy!
Copper: I'll let you go this one time.
Amos Slade: Don't lose him! There they are! Old Chief's got him on the run! [a train suddenly approaches] Jump, Chief! Jump! [Chief jumps and breaks his leg]
Copper: Chief! Chief? Oh, no! No! Tod, if it's the last thing I do, I'll get you for this!
Widow Tweed: Tod! Tod? Tod! Oh, Tod! Thank heaven you're safe.
Copper: [after Chief's train accident, Amos storms over to Widow's house] Oh, poor Chief. I'm so sorry Chief, I'm so sorry, And it's all my fault. I shouldn't have let Tod go.
Dinky: Big Mama! Wake up! Wake up! There's trouble!
Widow Tweed: [Tod wakes up and fearfully hides behind the stove] Tod, what is it? [Amos bangs on the door] What on Earth?
Amos Slade: Widow, get out here!
Widow Tweed: [opens the door] Why, Amos?! What are you...?
Amos Slade: Where is he? *Where* is he?! I know he's in there.
Widow Tweed: [pushing Amos] Now just a minute. You can't come barging onto my property, Amos Slade! [slams the door]
Amos Slade: That fox of yours almost killed Chief, and I'm gonna get him! [Tweed latches the door] You can't keep him locked up forever!

View Quote Mr. Digger: Hold it, sonny! Back off! Consarn it! Where do you think you're going?
Tod: Oh, excuse me, I was just trying to...
Mr. Digger: You barge in on somebody's house like you own it. Tarryhooting around them woods, waking up folks in the middle of the night.
Tod: I honestly didn't know anybody lived here, and I...
Mr. Digger: Well, you know it now. Now get off my property! Go on! Beat it!
Porcupine: [to Tod] I've been watching you, sir. You can stay with me if you want to.
Tod: That's very nice of you.
Porcupine: Come with me.
Amos Slade: She dropped that fox off at the game preserve. We'll get him. We'll get him.
Chief: Well, now, if you gotta have a busted leg, this is the way to do it. Good food, soft pillow, warm stove. Sure beats sleeping in that barrel. Well, now, here comes visitors to see the invalid. How do you like that? They didn't even ask how I'm feeling.
Amos Slade: Chief, get back in there before I break your other leg. Copper, Copper, look it here. Now, when that fox comes traipsing along, suspecting nothing...
Big Mama: Tod? Tod? Oh, boy. These old wings ain't what they used to be. Big Mama, you better lose a few pounds. Uh-oh, there he is. Tod! Tod!
Vixey: Oh, hi, Big Mama.
Big Mama: Oh, it's you, Vixey.
Vixey: Hey, what brings you way out here?
Big Mama: I'm looking for a fox named Tod. He's new here in the forest.
Vixey: Oh, new? Well, what does he look like?
Big Mama: Oh, he's young. About your age. And handsome.
Vixey: Handsome? Oh, say. Gee, he sure sounds nice. I'm not doing anything. I'll help you find him.
Big Mama: Come on. He's gotta be around here somewhere.
Tod: [Porcupine yawns] Wham? What happened? Where am I?
Mr. Digger: So, it's you again, hmm? You barged in on me last night, and now you...
Tod: I didn't mean to.
Mr. Digger: Just look at the mess you made. Dagnabbit, you clumsy bonehead!
Tod: I'm sorry. It was an accident.
Mr. Digger: Excuses, excuses.
Porcupine: Mr. Digger, sir? It was so too an accident.
Mr. Digger: You keep out of this, you walking pincushion.
Porcupine: You shouldn't be so grumpy to someone who's new in the neighborhood.
Mr. Digger: A stranger, eh? Why don't you go back where you came from?
Tod: Wham?
Mr. Digger: Well, go on. Get going. Git!