Roscoe Lee Browne movie quotes

View Quote There are many perfectly nice cats in the world, but every barrel has its bad apples, and so it is well for everyone to pay attention to the old adage:  "Beware of the bad cat holding a grudge."

View Quote [as the crowd cheers for Babe's remarkable performance at the sheepdog trials]  And so it was that in all the celebration, in all the hubbub of noise and excitement, there were two figures who stood silent and still.  Side by side.

View Quote This is a tale about an unprejudiced heart, and how it changed our valley forever.  There was a time not so long ago when pigs were afforded no respect, except by other pigs.  They lived their whole lives in a cruel and sunless world.  In those days, pigs believed that the sooner they grew large and fat, the sooner they would have to be taken to Pig Paradise—a place so wonderful that no pig had ever thought to come back.

View Quote [Einstein brings in a broken tennis racket] Oh, good show, Einstein. Now all we need is the court and the net.

View Quote My name is Francis. Fran. Cis. Not Frank. Not Frankie. Francis.

View Quote Isn't it rather dangerous to use one's entire vocabulary in a single sentence?

View Quote Captain Amelia: I'm Captain Amelia, late of a few run-ins with the Procyon Armada. Nasty business, but I won't bore you with my scars. You've met my first officer, Mr. Arrow. Sterling, tough, dependable, honest, brave and true.
Mr. Arrow: Please, Captain.
Captain Amelia: Oh, shut up, Arrow. You know I don't mean a word of it.

View Quote Captain Amelia: Dear Charlotte. To mule and blabber about a treasure map in front of this particular crew demonstrates a level of ineptitude that borders on the imbecilic. And I mean that is a very caring way.
Dr. Delbert Doppler: [taken aback] "Imbecilic," did you say? Foolishness! I've got--
Captain Amelia: [interrupting] May I see the Map, please?
[Delbert looks at Jim, Jim has a refusing look on his face. Delbert then gestures for him to give it up in a more serious manner. Jim tosses the Map to the Captain.]
Jim Hawkins: [flatly] Here.
[The Captain catches the Map, then looks at it with an observing smile.]
Captain Amelia: Hmm! Fascinating. [She then heads over to a cabinet and places the Map in a small chest.] Mr. Hawkins, in the future, you will address me as "Captain" or "Ma'am." Is that clear?
[Jim doesn't reply, but instead, rolls his eyes and looks away.]
Captain Amelia: [glances back at Jim with a serious look and speaks in a more serious tone.] Mr. Hawkins?
Jim Hawkins: [flatly and somewhat annoyed, but still respectful] Yes, ma'am.
Captain Amelia: That'll do. [closes the cabinet and locks it. Puts the key in her pocket.] Gentlemen, this must be kept under lock and key when not in use. And, Doctor, again - with the greatest possible respect - zip your howling screamer.
Dr. Delbert Doppler: Captain, I assure you that--
Captain Amelia: [interrupting] Let me make this as... monosyllabic as possible. I... don't much care for this crew you hired. They're-- How did I describe them, Arrow? I said something rather good this morning before coffee.
Mr. Arrow: "A ludicrous parcel of driveling galoots", ma'am.
Captain Amelia: [smiles smugly] There you go, poetry.
Dr. Delbert Doppler: [indignant] Now, see here--!
Captain Amelia: Doctor, I'd love to chat - tea, cake, the whole shebang - but I have a ship to launch, and you've got your outfit to buff up. Mr. Arrow, please escort these two neophytes down to the galley straightaway. Young Hawkins will be working for our cook, Mr. Silver.
Jim Hawkins: [stops poking at a navigation tool and looks up, surprised] W-uh, what? The cook?

View Quote Scroop: Cabin boys should learn to mind their own business.
Jim Hawkins: Why? You got something to hide, bright-eyes?
[Angered, Scroop snatches Jim up.]
Scroop: Maybe your ears don't work so well.
Jim Hawkins: Yeah. [grunts] Too bad my nose works just fine.
Scroop: Why, you impudent little...!
[Scroop slams Jim against the mast. Members of the crew gather to egg him on.]
Krailoni: Go ahead! Slice him, dice him!
Scroop: [holding a claw to Jim's throat] Any last words, cabin boy?
John Silver: [grabs Scroop's claw] Mr. Scroop... you ever see what happens to a fresh purp when you squeeze real hard? [he squeezes Scroop's claw, making him gasp in pain and drop Jim]
Mr. Arrow: [approaching] What's all this, then? You know the rules. There'll be no brawling on this ship. Any further offenders will be confined to the brig for the remainder of the voyage. [glares at Scroop] Am I clear, Mr. Scroop?
Scroop: [glares at Mr. Arrow, but is given a warning scowl by Silver] Transparently. [gives one last glare at Arrow as he and the other ship members leave]
John Silver: Well, done, Mr. Arrow, sir! A tight ship's a happy ship, sir! [angrily grabs the mop and turns towards Jim] Jimbo, I gave you a job!
Jim Hawkins: Hey, I was doing it, until that bug thing...
John Silver: BELAY THAT!!! [hands Jim the mop] Now, I want this deck swabbed spotless, and heaven help ye if I come back and it's not done! Morph? [Morph appears] Keep an eye on this pup, let me know if there be anymore distractions.
Morph: OK. Aye-yie! [Morph's eyes become big as he stares at Jim while he mops]

View Quote Something broke through the terror flickerings, fragments of his short life, the random events that delivered him to this, his moment of annihilation. As terror gave way to exhaustion, Babe turned to his attacker, his eyes filled with one simple question: Why?

View Quote So it was, one morning, he set out to repair the water pump. And Babe somehow got it into his head that he could help. But three turns on a moment, dear ones, and the pig was about to learn the meaning of those two cruel words of regret: If only. If only he hadn't been so careless. If only the weight of the pig and the pump did not exceed the weight of the farmer. If only the farmer did not connect with the platform on the way up, or jam his fingers at the top. If only the pump hadn't fallen off at the bottom. And if only the poor farmer had the presence of mind to hold onto the rope.

View Quote [Babe is asleep under a bed; his belly rumbles as he groans]
The Narrator: By nightfall, all of Babe's concerns, all the troubled voices in his head were drowned out by a long insistent moan.
Deep, Gravelly Voice: Food.
The Narrator: The fact is, Babe's belly was making such a fuss, he began to believe it was talking to him.
Deep, Gravelly Voice: Food!
[Babe wakes up]
Bob: Anybody got any food? Anybody? Hey, dogs, you got any edibles? Any nibbley-dibbleys?
Flealick: Eh, we got a carpet here with some nice spaghetti stains.
Nigel: But we can't keep licking the carpet, can we, Alan?
Alan: No, Nigel.

View Quote Philippe Dubois: I think I'll go as a reporter. I'm loaded with press cards. Ebony, Playboy, Newsweek...
André Devereaux: Ebony.
Philippe Dubois: I think Playboy is more my style.
André Devereaux: [shakes head] Ebony.
Philippe Dubois: Man, you're square!

View Quote André Devereaux: Watch yourself, Philippe.
Philippe Dubois: It's the best thing I do.

View Quote Philippe Dubois: I think I'll be a reporter. I'm loaded with press cards. Who do you think I ought to work for tonight? Ebony? Playboy? The Jersey City Post-Ledger?
André Devereaux: Ebony.
Philippe Dubois: I think Playboy is more my style.
André Devereaux: [shakes head] Ebony.
Philippe Dubois: Man, you're square!

View Quote Welcome, humans! I am ready for you! Fish, plankton, sea greens and protein from the sea. Fresh as harvest day. Overwhelming, am I not? Are you, too, startled? Am I too removed from your ken?

View Quote I'm more than machine or man. More than a fusion of the two.