Sterling Holloway movie quotes
18 quotes from 3 movies
The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh (1977) as Winnie the Pooh
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If they can't make it to follow with your direction as I shall away with them
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Piglet: I'm looking down, p-p-p-Pooh.
Tigger: Hellooooo!
Roo: Hey Tigger, it's Pooh and Piglet! Pooh! Piglet!
Winnie the Pooh: Why, it's only Tigger and Roo. Come on.
Tigger: Hellooooo!
Roo: Hey Tigger, it's Pooh and Piglet! Pooh! Piglet!
Winnie the Pooh: Why, it's only Tigger and Roo. Come on.
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Pooh: [after the seam on his bottom splits] Oh, stuff and fluff.
Tigger: Honey! Oh, boy, honey! That's what tiggers like best.
Pooh: I was afraid of that.
Tigger: [gulps down a few handfuls] Oh, say.
[chuckles, then smacks]
Tigger: YUCK! Tiggers don't like honey!
Pooh: But you said that you liked....
Tigger: Yeah, that icky, sticky stuff is only fit for heffalumps and woozles.
Pooh: You mean elephants and weasels.
Tigger: That's what I said, heffalumps and woozles.
Eeyore: It's not much of a tail, but I'm sort of attached to it.
Pooh: The only reason for being a bee is to make honey. And the only reason for making honey is so I can eat it.
Narrator: Winnie the Pooh crawled out of the gorse bush, brushed the prickles from his nose and began to think again.
Pooh: Think, think, think.
Narrator: And the first person he thought of was...
Pooh: Winnie the Pooh?
Narrator: No. Christopher Robin.
Pooh: Oh.
Christopher Robin: There now. Did I get your tail back on properly, Eeyore?
Eeyore: No matter. Most likely lose it again anyway.
Pooh: Good morning, Christopher Robin.
Christopher Robin: Oh, good morning, Winnie the Pooh.
Eeyore, Owl, Kanga, and Roo: Good morning, Pooh bear.
Eeyore: If it is a good morning, which I doubt.
Pooh: [after rolling in the mud] There, now. [giggles, then hops out of the mud puddle]
Pooh: Isn't it a clever disguise?
Christopher Robin: What are you supposed to be?
Pooh: [looks himself over] I'm a little, black rain cloud, of course.
Christopher Robin: [giggles] Silly old bear.
Pooh: [in a sticky voice] I must be going now. Goodbye, Rabbit.
Rabbit: Well, goodbye, if you're sure you won't have any more.
Pooh: [turns to leave then stops] Is there any more?
Rabbit: No, there isn't.
Pooh: I thought not. [tries to climb out the front door but gets stuck]
Pooh: Oh, oh, help and bother! I'm stuck.
Rabbit: Oh, dear. Oh, gracious. Oh. [tries to push Pooh out] Well, it all comes from eating too much.
Pooh: [strains] It all comes from not having front doors big enough!
Owl: Blast it all!
Gopher: Good idea! We'll dynamite! Save time.
Owl: Eh, what's the charge?
Gopher: The charge? Oh, about seven sticks of dynamite.
Owl: Oh, no, no, no, no! The cost! The charge in money.
Gopher: Nope, no charge account. I work strictly cash.
Owl: Obviously, but, I should think...
Gopher: Well, I can't stand around lollygagging all day. I got a tight schedule. [falls down a hole, screaming] If you think it over, let me know. You got my card. I'm not in the book, you know.
Owl: Oh. Dash it all, he's gone.
Pooh: After all, he's not in the book, you know.
Owl: Oh.
Kanga: Pooh, Roo has a little surprise for you.
Roo: Flowers.
Pooh: Honeysuckle! [tries to eat flowers]
Kanga: No, Pooh, you don't eat them. You smell them.
Pooh: Oh.
Rabbit: Why did I ever invite that bear to lunch? Why, oh, why, oh, why?
Pooh: Could you spare a small smackerel?
Gopher: Say, you ought to do something about that speech impediment, sonny. [offers Pooh his jar of honey]
Pooh: Oh, thank you, Gopher.
Tigger: Honey! Oh, boy, honey! That's what tiggers like best.
Pooh: I was afraid of that.
Tigger: [gulps down a few handfuls] Oh, say.
[chuckles, then smacks]
Tigger: YUCK! Tiggers don't like honey!
Pooh: But you said that you liked....
Tigger: Yeah, that icky, sticky stuff is only fit for heffalumps and woozles.
Pooh: You mean elephants and weasels.
Tigger: That's what I said, heffalumps and woozles.
Eeyore: It's not much of a tail, but I'm sort of attached to it.
Pooh: The only reason for being a bee is to make honey. And the only reason for making honey is so I can eat it.
Narrator: Winnie the Pooh crawled out of the gorse bush, brushed the prickles from his nose and began to think again.
Pooh: Think, think, think.
Narrator: And the first person he thought of was...
Pooh: Winnie the Pooh?
Narrator: No. Christopher Robin.
Pooh: Oh.
Christopher Robin: There now. Did I get your tail back on properly, Eeyore?
Eeyore: No matter. Most likely lose it again anyway.
Pooh: Good morning, Christopher Robin.
Christopher Robin: Oh, good morning, Winnie the Pooh.
Eeyore, Owl, Kanga, and Roo: Good morning, Pooh bear.
Eeyore: If it is a good morning, which I doubt.
Pooh: [after rolling in the mud] There, now. [giggles, then hops out of the mud puddle]
Pooh: Isn't it a clever disguise?
Christopher Robin: What are you supposed to be?
Pooh: [looks himself over] I'm a little, black rain cloud, of course.
Christopher Robin: [giggles] Silly old bear.
Pooh: [in a sticky voice] I must be going now. Goodbye, Rabbit.
Rabbit: Well, goodbye, if you're sure you won't have any more.
Pooh: [turns to leave then stops] Is there any more?
Rabbit: No, there isn't.
Pooh: I thought not. [tries to climb out the front door but gets stuck]
Pooh: Oh, oh, help and bother! I'm stuck.
Rabbit: Oh, dear. Oh, gracious. Oh. [tries to push Pooh out] Well, it all comes from eating too much.
Pooh: [strains] It all comes from not having front doors big enough!
Owl: Blast it all!
Gopher: Good idea! We'll dynamite! Save time.
Owl: Eh, what's the charge?
Gopher: The charge? Oh, about seven sticks of dynamite.
Owl: Oh, no, no, no, no! The cost! The charge in money.
Gopher: Nope, no charge account. I work strictly cash.
Owl: Obviously, but, I should think...
Gopher: Well, I can't stand around lollygagging all day. I got a tight schedule. [falls down a hole, screaming] If you think it over, let me know. You got my card. I'm not in the book, you know.
Owl: Oh. Dash it all, he's gone.
Pooh: After all, he's not in the book, you know.
Owl: Oh.
Kanga: Pooh, Roo has a little surprise for you.
Roo: Flowers.
Pooh: Honeysuckle! [tries to eat flowers]
Kanga: No, Pooh, you don't eat them. You smell them.
Pooh: Oh.
Rabbit: Why did I ever invite that bear to lunch? Why, oh, why, oh, why?
Pooh: Could you spare a small smackerel?
Gopher: Say, you ought to do something about that speech impediment, sonny. [offers Pooh his jar of honey]
Pooh: Oh, thank you, Gopher.
The Jungle Book (1967) as Kaa
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It's like you s-said, you can't trus-s-s-t anyone at all!
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Kaa: [after Mowgli learns he has been deceived by the snake] If I never see that skinny little shrimp again, it will be too soon. [slithering away] Oh, my s-ss-s-sacroiliac.
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[plays the guitar and sings "Stop It, Or Nothing" 3:12]
Alice in Wonderland (1951) as Cheshire Cat
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Alice: Oh, dear. Now I--now I shall never get out. Well, when one's lost, I suppose it's good advice to stay where you are, until someone finds you. But who'd ever think to look for me here? [sigh] Good advice. If I listened earlier, I wouldn't be here. But that's just the trouble with me. I give myself very good advice. [sings] But I very seldom follow it. That explains the trouble that I'm always in. Be patient, is very good advice, but the waiting makes me curious. And I'd love the change. Should something strange begin? [begins to cry] Well... I went along my merry way, and I never stopped to reason. I should've known there'd be a price to pay, someday... Someday... I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it! [cries harder] Will I ever learn to do the things I should? [continues crying]
Chorus: Will I ever learn / learn to do the things I should?
Cheshire Cat: [singing in disappear] Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm / And the mome raths outgrabe
Alice: Oh, Cheshire Cat, it's you!
Cheshire Cat: Whom did you expect? The white rabbit, perchance?
Alice: Oh, no, no, no. I'I'm through with rabbits. I want to go home! [blows nose] But I can't find my way.
Cheshire Cat: Naturally. That's becuase you have no way. All ways here you see, are the QUEEN'S WAYS!
Alice: But I've never met any queen.
Cheshire Cat: You haven't? You ha-VEN'T? Oh, but you must! She'll be mad about you, simply mad! [chuckles, then rolls over and almost disappears] The mome raths outgrabe...
Alice: Please, please! H-How can I find her?
Cheshire Cat: Well, some go this way, and some go that way. But as for me, myself, personally, I prefer the short-cut.
Chorus: Will I ever learn / learn to do the things I should?
Cheshire Cat: [singing in disappear] Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm / And the mome raths outgrabe
Alice: Oh, Cheshire Cat, it's you!
Cheshire Cat: Whom did you expect? The white rabbit, perchance?
Alice: Oh, no, no, no. I'I'm through with rabbits. I want to go home! [blows nose] But I can't find my way.
Cheshire Cat: Naturally. That's becuase you have no way. All ways here you see, are the QUEEN'S WAYS!
Alice: But I've never met any queen.
Cheshire Cat: You haven't? You ha-VEN'T? Oh, but you must! She'll be mad about you, simply mad! [chuckles, then rolls over and almost disappears] The mome raths outgrabe...
Alice: Please, please! H-How can I find her?
Cheshire Cat: Well, some go this way, and some go that way. But as for me, myself, personally, I prefer the short-cut.
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Alice: [to the card guards, after she grows to the height of the courtroom] Oh, pooh. I'm not afraid of you. Why, you're nothing but a pack of cards.
King of Hearts: [reading through a rulebook] Rule Number 42: All persons more than a mile high must leave the court immediately!
Alice: I am not a mile high! And I am not leaving.
Queen of Hearts: [nervously] S-Sorry. Rule Number 42, you know.
Alice: Now as for you, Your Majesty. [unaware that she is shrinking quickly] Or Your Majesty, indeed. Why, you're not a queen. Why, you're just a fat, pompous, bad-tempered old ty- [finally realizes she has shrunk down] -tyrant.
Queen of Hearts: [laughs evilly] And what were you saying, my dear?
Cheshire Cat: [appears suddenly, to Alice's horror] Well, she simply said you're a fat, pompous, bad-tempered old tyrant! [disappears laughing]
Queen of Hearts: [yelling] OFF WITH HER HEAD!!!!!!!!!
King of Hearts: [reading through a rulebook] Rule Number 42: All persons more than a mile high must leave the court immediately!
Alice: I am not a mile high! And I am not leaving.
Queen of Hearts: [nervously] S-Sorry. Rule Number 42, you know.
Alice: Now as for you, Your Majesty. [unaware that she is shrinking quickly] Or Your Majesty, indeed. Why, you're not a queen. Why, you're just a fat, pompous, bad-tempered old ty- [finally realizes she has shrunk down] -tyrant.
Queen of Hearts: [laughs evilly] And what were you saying, my dear?
Cheshire Cat: [appears suddenly, to Alice's horror] Well, she simply said you're a fat, pompous, bad-tempered old tyrant! [disappears laughing]
Queen of Hearts: [yelling] OFF WITH HER HEAD!!!!!!!!!
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Cheshire Cat: [singing] 'Twas brilig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe All mimsy were the borogroves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
Alice: Now where in the world do you suppose that...?
Cheshire Cat: Lose something?
Alice: [turns around to find just the Cat's smile talking to her] Oh! Uh, hehe, I...I, no, no, I mean, I, I was just wondering...
Cheshire Cat: Oh, that's...quite all right. One moment please. [two eyes drop down on top of the mouth and the full cat form appears] Second chorus. [singing] 'Twas brilig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
Alice: Why, why you're a cat!
Cheshire Cat: A Cheshire Cat. [starts to disappear] All mimsy were the borogroves...
Alice: Oh, wait! Don't go, please!
Cheshire Cat: [reappears] There you are! Third chorus...
Alice: Oh, no, no. Thank you, but I just wanted to ask which way I ought to go.
Cheshire Cat: Well that depends on where you ought to get to.
Alice: Oh, it really doesn't matter, as long as I...
Cheshire Cat: Then it really doesn't matter which way you go. Oh by the way, if you'd really like to know, he went that way.
Alice: Who did?
Cheshire Cat: The White Rabbit.
Alice: He did?
Chesire Cat: He did what?
Alice: He went that way.
Chesire Cat: Who did?
Alice: The white rabbit!
Chesire Cat: What rabbit?
Alice: But didn't you just say-? I mean- Oh dear!
Chesire Cat: Can you stand on your head? If I were looking for a white rabbit, I'd ask the Mad Hatter.
Alice: The Mad Hatter? Oh, no no no...
Cheshire Cat: Or, there's the March Hare, in that direction.
Alice: Oh, thank you. I think i shall visit him...
Cheshire Cat: Of course, he's mad, too.
Alice: But I don't want to go among mad people!
Cheshire Cat: Oh, you can't help that. Most everyone's mad here. [laughs maniacally and begins to disappear] You may have noticed that I'm not all there myself.
Alice: Now where in the world do you suppose that...?
Cheshire Cat: Lose something?
Alice: [turns around to find just the Cat's smile talking to her] Oh! Uh, hehe, I...I, no, no, I mean, I, I was just wondering...
Cheshire Cat: Oh, that's...quite all right. One moment please. [two eyes drop down on top of the mouth and the full cat form appears] Second chorus. [singing] 'Twas brilig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
Alice: Why, why you're a cat!
Cheshire Cat: A Cheshire Cat. [starts to disappear] All mimsy were the borogroves...
Alice: Oh, wait! Don't go, please!
Cheshire Cat: [reappears] There you are! Third chorus...
Alice: Oh, no, no. Thank you, but I just wanted to ask which way I ought to go.
Cheshire Cat: Well that depends on where you ought to get to.
Alice: Oh, it really doesn't matter, as long as I...
Cheshire Cat: Then it really doesn't matter which way you go. Oh by the way, if you'd really like to know, he went that way.
Alice: Who did?
Cheshire Cat: The White Rabbit.
Alice: He did?
Chesire Cat: He did what?
Alice: He went that way.
Chesire Cat: Who did?
Alice: The white rabbit!
Chesire Cat: What rabbit?
Alice: But didn't you just say-? I mean- Oh dear!
Chesire Cat: Can you stand on your head? If I were looking for a white rabbit, I'd ask the Mad Hatter.
Alice: The Mad Hatter? Oh, no no no...
Cheshire Cat: Or, there's the March Hare, in that direction.
Alice: Oh, thank you. I think i shall visit him...
Cheshire Cat: Of course, he's mad, too.
Alice: But I don't want to go among mad people!
Cheshire Cat: Oh, you can't help that. Most everyone's mad here. [laughs maniacally and begins to disappear] You may have noticed that I'm not all there myself.
