I got no strings to hold me do... [trips and falls down the stairs and gets his nose stuck in a hole; the audience laugh]
Go ahead. Make a fool of yourself, then maybe you'll listen to your conscience!
Cute kid. [speaks in Italian]
Pinocchio (1940) · 33 quotes
Tied for 4th most-quoted character in Pinocchio (1940): in 3 of its 33 quotes
Most scenes with: Pinocchio (3), Geppetto (2), Jiminy (2)
I got no strings to hold me do... [trips and falls down the stairs and gets his nose stuck in a hole; the audience laugh]
Go ahead. Make a fool of yourself, then maybe you'll listen to your conscience!
Cute kid. [speaks in Italian]
What could have happened to him? Where could he be at this hour? [puts on his hat, coat, and scarf, and then takes a lantern] I'd better go out again, and look for him. [to Figaro and Cleo] And remember, nobody eats a bite, until I find him.
...I buy a new suit and I swing-a that cane, I eat-a the bread and I drink-a champagne! I got-a no strings on-a me! [chuckles heartily] Bravo, Pinocchio!
They like me!
Mmmmmm.... 200. You are sensational! [pokes an olive off his table]
You mean I'm good?
Ah, 300! You are COLOSSAL! [chops some bread very close to Pinocchio]
Does that mean I'm an actor?
Sure! I will push you in the public's eye! Your face, she will-a be on-a everybody's tongue!
Yeah.[notices a washer in his stacks of coins] What's this?! [He bites down on the washer and angrily curses in Italian until he realizes Pinocchio is listening; he calms down and gives the bent washer to him] For you, my little Pinocchio.
For me? Gee, thanks! I'll run right home and tell my father!
Home? [spits out the wine he was drinking] [coughs] Home? [laughs] Oh, sure! Going-a home-a to your father! [laughs] Oh, that is very comical!
You mean it's funny?
Oh, sure! Yes. [Pinocchio joins him in laughing]
I'll be back in the morning!
Be back in the morning...?! [curses in Italian giberish for a moment] Going home! [he realizes Pinocchio is still listening and joins him in laughing until he throws him in a birdcage] There! This will be your home! [Snaps the padlock shut] Where I can find you always!
Yes! Yes! Yes! To me, you are-a belonging. We will tour-a the world! Paris! London! Monte Carlo! Constantinopolee!
No! No!
YES! We start TONIGHT! Mmm... [mutters greedily in Italian as he pours all of his money into a sack] You will make lots of-a money.... [slams the sack into his cummerbund] FOR ME! [picks up an axe] And when you are growing too old, you will make good.... [throws the axe] FIREWOOD! [the axe lands on a broken puppet; Stromboli starts laughing maniacally]
QUIET!!! SHUT UP!! Before I KNOCK-A you silly! Goodnight.... [blows a kiss to Pinocchio] ....my little wooden gold mine! [laughs evilly, then walks out and slams the wagon door, blowing out the lantern and making the room completely dark]
No! No! Wait! [shakes the birdcage bars] Let me out! [shakes his fist in anger] I'll tell my father!
Giddyap! Get along there!
Jiminy! Oh, Jiminy! [whistles] Oh, Jiminy, where are you? [whistles] Jiminy Cricket!
[there is a thunderclap, then Pinocchio starts sobbing]
Well, there he goes. Sitting in the lap of luxury with the world at his feet. Oh, well. I can always say that I knew him when I met him. I'll just get out of his life quietly. But I would like to wish him luck, though. Sure. Why not? [enters Stromboli's wagon, and then looks for Pinocchio] Pinocchio? Pinocchio? It's me. Your old friend, Jiminy. Remember?
Jiminy! Gee, I'm glad to see you! [sheds a tear]
Pinocchio! [runs to the birdcage] What's happened? [hops up onto the birdcage] What did he do to you?
Oh, he was mad! He said that he's gonna push my face into everybody's eyes!
Oh, yeah?!
And.... And just because I'm a gold brick, he.... he's gonna chop me into firewood!
Oh, is that so? [Pinocchio nods] Now, don't you worry, son. I'll have you out of here in no time at all. [climbs into the padlock through the keyhole] Why, this is...this is just as easy as rolling off a.... Whoa! [falls into the padlock] [Pinocchio listens, as Jiminy tries to open the padlock up] [comes out of the padlock, takes his coat and hat off, hangs them both on a screw of the padlock, and then to Pinocchio] Kinda rusty. [Pinocchio watches, as Jiminy continues trying to open the padlock up] Needs a little oil! [Jiminy's shouting echoes throughout the insides of the padlock] [to the audience] That's what I said. [continues trying to open the padlock up with his umbrella]
[Pinocchio takes a closer look, as Jiminy pries at the padlock up with his umbrella, loosening the spring in the process; suddenly, the spring breaks off of the padlock, sending Jiminy flying out of the padlock] WHOOOAA!! [Pinocchio watches, as the spring continues flying from the padlock, and then lands straight right into one side of the birdcage]
Must be one of the old models.
You mean that you can't open it?
Yeah. Looks pretty hopeless. [Pinocchio gives him his coat and hat, and then watches him put his coat and hat back on him] It'll take a miracle to get us out of here.
Gee.
Pinocchio! Pinocchio!
Giddyap! [speaks in Italian giberish]
A fine conscience I turned out to be.
No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have walked out on you.
Guess I'll never see my father again.
Oh, buck up, son. It couldn't be worse. [starts crying] Be cheerful....LIKE ME!!
Oh. Take it easy, son. [gets out a tissue from his shirt, and holds it onto Pinocchio's nose] Come on. Blow.
Attaboy. [blows his nose into the same tissue] Oh, well. [Jiminy looks at the sky while a tear drop down on his cheek] It stopped raining, anyway. [outside Stromboli's wagon window, the clouds cleared up, and revealed the starry night sky, as the wishing star approaches Stromboli's wagon, and then enters Stromboli's wagon] Hey. It's that star again. The lady, the.... the.... Whoa! The fairy! [Pinocchio falls off of the birdcage's perch, as he hops onto another side of the birdcage]
Um.... Uh.... You might tell her the truth! [hides inside the birdcage's birdfeeder, as Pinocchio hides his head right between his legs like an ostrich]
Why, Pinocchio.
Oh. Hello.
And Sir Jiminy.
Well, uh, this is a pleasant surprise. Ha ha!
Pinocchio, why didn't you go to school?
School? Well, I.... [looks up at Jiminy]
Go ahead. Tell her.
I was going to school till I met somebody.
Met somebody?
Yeah, uh.... two big monsters with big, green eyes! [his nose grows a little] Why, I.... I....
Monsters? Weren't you afraid?
No, ma'am, but they tied me in a big sack.
You don't say. [Pinocchio nods] And where was Sir Jiminy?
Huh? Oh, Jiminy. Um.... Uh....
They put him in a little sack.
Yeah!
How did you escape?
I didn't. They chopped me into firewood! [his nose grows again, and a nest with baby birds sprouts at the end of it] Oh, look! My nose! What's happened?
Perhaps you haven't been telling the truth, Pinocchio.
"Perhaps"?!
Oh, but I have. Every single word! [the branch with the nest on his nose withers, and the birds fly away, whistling] Oh, please help me! I'm awful sorry!
You see, Pinocchio, a lie keeps growing and growing until it's as plain as a nose on your face.
She's right, Pinoke. You better come clean.
I'll never lie again! Honest, I won't!
Please, your honor.... uh.... I mean, Miss Fairy, give him another chance, for mother's sake. Will you? Huh?
I'll forgive you this once. But remember that a boy, who won't be good, might just as well be made of wood.
We'll be good, won't we?
Very well. But this is the last time that I can help you.
Gee, look, Jiminy! My nose!
Hey! We're free! Come on, Pinoke!
I buy a new suit and I swing-a that cane, I eat-a the bread and I drink-a champagne! I got-a no strings on-a me!
Toodle-oo, Stromboli!
Shhhh!!!! [whispering] Quiet! Let's get out of here before something else happens. [They rush home to the village]