“Men, don your white hats.” – Archibald Snatcher, The Boxtrolls ... Movie Quotes Database

Archibald Snatcher: [Dons a "white hat"] Men, don your white hats. [Mr. Pickles, Mr. Trout, and Mr. Gristle take off their red hats and put on their "white hats".]
Mr.Pickles: [nervously] Are you sure about this, boss?
Archibald Snatcher: Huh?
Mr. Pickles: You know what cheese can do to you...
Archibald Snatcher: Unless you are referring to how cheese brings men of respect and power together in brotherhood, [leans over to Mr. Pickles] no, I do not know what Cheese. Does. To. Me
Mr. Pickles: [gulps] That's what I meant then...
Archibald Snatcher: [delighted] Marvelous. Then let us begin!
[Mr. Trout begins to cut the cheese into normal bits, before cutting the rest into smaller pieces, with Snatcher watching.]
Archibald Snatcher: [impatient, slamming his fists onto the table] ENOUGH!
[Startled, Mr. Trout serves the remaining pieces of cheese onto three plates, which are taken by Mr. Pickles and Mr. Gristle, leaving the smallest piece on the last plate. After setting it down, he slowly rotates the table. Annoyed, Snatcher spins the table around to his side. Grabbing a fork, he tries to pick up the cheese piece, but his plate moves out of reach. Irritated, he looks up at his men, who have turned the table. He lifts the fork again as they move the plate back into place.]
Archibald Snatcher: [eats a tiny bit of cheddar, and swallows. After a moment, he smiles in satisfaction]
Mr. Trout: [surprisingly] Oh!
Archibald Snatcher: I say, old chaps, it's quite, um [pause] It's, um [pauses] It's quite, um
Mr. Trout: [breaking in] Aromatic? Oaky? With an undertone of a mother's smile on a warm spring day? Hmmm [smiling thoughtfully]
Archibald Snatcher: Yes! Those things. Etcetera, ectetera, big words, chummy banter.
[Said as he breaks into an allergic reaction to the cheese]
Mr. Pickles: [Noticing that Snatcher is having an allergic reaction to a piece of cheese he just ate. Whispering to Mr. Trout] Someone's got the cheese fits again.
Mr. Trout: [to Mr. Gristle] Oh, quickly, quietly get the leeches.
Mr. Gristle: [while silently sneaking around Snatcher] Quietly. Quietly.
Archibald Snatcher: [Noticing that Trout's leaving the table] Where's he going?
Mr. Gristle: Quietly.
Archibald Snatcher: Is he getting more cheese?
[Snatcher's lower lip swells up. Making Mr. Pickles and Mr. Trout shocked.]
Archibald Snatcher: What?
Mr. Pickles: I think you've had enough for today, boss.

Archibald Snatcher : [Dons a "white hat"] Men, don your white hats. [Mr. Pickles, Mr. Trout, and Mr. Gristle take off their red hats and put on their "white hats".] Mr.Pickles : [nervously] Are you sure about this, boss? Archibald Snatcher : Huh? Mr. Pickles : You know what cheese can do to you... Archibald Snatcher : Unless you are referring to how cheese brings men of respect and power together in brotherhood, [leans over to Mr. Pickles] no, I do not know what Cheese. Does. To. Me Mr. Pickles : [gulps] That's what I meant then... Archibald Snatcher : [delighted] Marvelous. Then let us begin! [Mr. Trout begins to cut the cheese into normal bits, before cutting the rest into smaller pieces, with Snatcher watching.] Archibald Snatcher : [impatient, slamming his fists onto the table] ENOUGH! [Startled, Mr. Trout serves the remaining pieces of cheese onto three plates, which are taken by Mr. Pickles and Mr. Gristle, leaving the smallest piece on the last plate. After setting it down, he slowly rotates the table. Annoyed, Snatcher spins the table around to his side. Grabbing a fork, he tries to pick up the cheese piece, but his plate moves out of reach. Irritated, he looks up at his men, who have turned the table. He lifts the fork again as they move the plate back into place.] Archibald Snatcher : [eats a tiny bit of cheddar, and swallows. After a moment, he smiles in satisfaction] Mr. Trout : [surprisingly] Oh! Archibald Snatcher : I say, old chaps, it's quite, um [pause] It's, um [pauses] It's quite, um Mr. Trout : [breaking in] Aromatic? Oaky? With an undertone of a mother's smile on a warm spring day? Hmmm [smiling thoughtfully] Archibald Snatcher : Yes! Those things. Etcetera, ectetera, big words, chummy banter. [Said as he breaks into an allergic reaction to the cheese] Mr. Pickles : [Noticing that Snatcher is having an allergic reaction to a piece of cheese he just ate. Whispering to Mr. Trout] Someone's got the cheese fits again. Mr. Trout : [to Mr. Gristle] Oh, quickly, quietly get the leeches. Mr. Gristle : [while silently sneaking around Snatcher] Quietly. Quietly. Archibald Snatcher : [Noticing that Trout's leaving the table] Where's he going? Mr. Gristle : Quietly. Archibald Snatcher : Is he getting more cheese? [Snatcher's lower lip swells up. Making Mr. Pickles and Mr. Trout shocked.] Archibald Snatcher : What? Mr. Pickles : I think you've had enough for today, boss.