Doris [holding up a cel of Bambi in front of her]
Like it?
I'd be all right if you could get that reindeer out of the way.
Doris I'll see if I can scare up the background that goes with it.
Nothing wrong with the one I just saw.
Doris [A man hands her a painting]
Thanks. This is his background. He fits right on top of it, like this. There.
And very cunning, too. I'd like to take him home with me.
[Bambi suddenly comes to life and hides behind a rock in the background]
What do you know? He took me seriously.
Do you mind if I recite a poem?
You, boy? Why, well, oh, not at all!
Oh, of course, of course. Rather, rather!
'Tis evening from the stars above, A soft mysterious light brings thoughts of friendship, joy and love. [shouts] Now how 'bout that fight?
Have you had any nice battles lately?
Battles? Oh, no, no, no battles. No.
Oh. Oh, probably too busy scourging the countryside and devouring fair damsels, then.
Scourging? Devouring? Good heavens, no.
But don't you ever do anything desperate?
Well, yes, I... I do make up poetry.
Verses, you know? Care to hear my latest sonnet?
Oh, you'll love this. I call it, "Just A-Drifting". ♪ Just a-drifting o'er the leaves ♪
♪ Like a dewdrop, fancy free, ♪
♪ Playing with the gentle breezes, ♪
♪ Romping with the bumble beezes. ♪
♪ Oh, what fun! Joy never ceases, ♪
♪ Just a-drifting. ♪
Come, come, come, come, lad. Stop mumbling.
I came to talk about the dragon.
Ah, yes, yes, yes. Another tale of woe and misery, I suppose. Devoured your flocks, no doubt.
Aha! Made off with your loving parents, has he? Well, they shall be avenged!
But you don't understand...
What? Don't tell me he's kidnapped some fair damsel, with flaxen hair, and ruby lips, and form divine? Why, he can't do that to her! He shall pay dearly on the field of battle.
But that's just it. He won't fight.
Yes. He... He won't fight? Preposterous! The fellow must be an infernal cad. Bit of a rotter, what?
He is not. He's a nice old dragon who likes to write poetry.
How jolly! Ha ha! I'm a bit of a bard myself, you know.
Yes. No doubt you've heard of my Ode to a Fleecy Cloud?
Oh fleecy cloud, O cloud of fleece, up in the sky so high... Oh. Oh, my.
[Benchley is watching a camera man shooting cels of Donald Duck]
Yeah, but he still doesn't move.
DD Donald Duck
Just a minute, big boy. Give me time, give me time!
DD Donald Duck
[Benchley laughs in astonishment]
Look, I'll show ya. I'll show ya. Now look. First my foot is up here, see?
DD Donald Duck
Then, it's down here, understand?
DD Donald Duck
Like this...
DD Donald Duck
And this...
DD Donald Duck
And that. See?
DD Donald Duck
When I do it faster, I'm walking. Get it?
B Mrs. Benchley
[first lines of the film] [first line of the film; reading]
"So they set off up the hill, arm in arm, the knight, the dragon, and the boy. The lights in the little village began to go out one by one." [is interrupted by a toy rifle going off] "But there were stars and a late moon as they climbed the downs together." [toy rifle again] Robert, please.
[The scene pan to Robert Benchley lying on a raft in the pool, with the toy rifle]
Go on, I can hear in any position. [shoots a dart at a duck decoy in the pool]
B Mrs. Benchley
[continues reading]
"And as they turned the last corner and disappeared from view, snatches of an old song were borne back on the night breeze. I can't be certain which of them was singing, but I think it was the dragon."
B Mrs. Benchley
That was the end, and a very lovely end, too.
Yeah, charming, charming. It's funny. No matter which way I aim, I always hit the same duck.
B Mrs. Benchley
Robert, I have a wonderful idea. We'll sell this book to Walt Disney.
Well, you can't. It belongs to your nephew. [looks at rifle] So does this, too. I wonder what he'd take for it.
B Mrs. Benchley
I mean the idea, for a movie. I'm sure if you went to his studio and suggested it to him, he'd jump at it.
Me suggest a story to Walt Disney? Why, I hardly know him.
B Mrs. Benchley
Well, you hardly knew me when you suggested marriage.
Yeah, look at the trouble I got into. He can't listen to every crackpot with a wild idea.
B Mrs. Benchley
You might be the exception. All you would have to do would be to go to his studio and show him the book.
B Mrs. Benchley
They're always open to new ideas. Get your things on, and stop shilly-shallying.
[stands up on raft]
I am not shillying and I am not shallying. But once and for all, I will not go to the studio. I will not make myself look ridiculous. [falls through and bubbles come out of his mouth] And that's final.
B Mrs. Benchley
[last lines of the film]
So while you were shilly-shallying, they made the picture. I never knew it to fail. In all the years that I've known you, you've always been too late. Really, Robert, I can't understand why you're forever letting these opportunities slip through your fingers. Anyone would've thought of it in time, months ago. But you... [sighs]
B Mrs. Benchley
Well, why don't you say something?
[last line of the film; as Donald Duck]
Aw, phooey! [quacking furiously] Phooey!
